Tuesday, February 11, 2014


Ainsley's going to her first real slumber party soon.  To help keep myself from an anxiety attack, I felt compelled to have a mostly one-sided discussion with her about what sometimes happens conversation-wise with giggling girls when it's way past bedtime and they've been on a sugar bender for hours.  They're still pretty young and maybe Ainsley isn't as naive as I believe or want her to be, but who knows what they might talk about and my child - who has yet to watch a show with real actors (well, Fresh Beat Band and Imagination Movers) - really hasn't had a lot of exposure to the outside world.  

So I cornered her when there was absolutely no potential for younger sibs to interrupt and we (I) talked about the fact that sometimes girls talk about things that might make you feel uncomfortable and all you have to say is "I don't know" or "Yeah...no".  She doesn't have to give a reason.  She doesn't have to change the conversation, just bow out.    So she just looked at me like I was a weirdo and I felt bizarrely compelled to give her a sample conversation:

"Okay. So some of the girls might talk about boys and they might ask you if you like one.  You don't have to answer.  Even if there is a boy you like you don't have to answer.  Got it? And if they bug you about it and it makes you feel awkward, just keep saying you don't know. Okay?!"

There had better not be a cute boy.  I'm not ready for that.

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