The Things Kids Say

Well, I am both amused and a little freaked out by The Child’s plans for the future. Ok, she is only four, so it’s actually really no big deal whatsoever.  Anyway, whether she has a boy or a girl she’s apparently going to call her baby Daisy, and put flowers in his or her hair.  Not so bad a plan admittedly, except the boy with the girly name and flowers in his hair.  Then again, people would probably still know he was a boy.  I distinctly remember one day when The Ex and I had dressed our precious baby in a hideous all pink, frilly babygrow thing (purely because it was gift, and I’d have felt bad if it had never been worn at all) some people still asked us what “he” was called.  I was not amused.  But anyway, I digress.  The baby’s going to be called Daisy regardless of it’s sex.  The best bit though is that he/she is not going to have a dad.  He/she is going to have two mums, The Child and myself.  She wants to marry me when she’s bigger you see.  I’m not going to bother explaining the impossibility of this yet.  i shall save that for another day.  I’m sort of flattered that I am her current choice, but I think Freud would have a field day in this household.  At least she doesn’t want to marry The Ex when she’s bigger though.  Now that would be much worse.