My Budding Little Feminist.....

Ah, one of those joyful little parenting moments that I just had to share....

Tonight as I was putting Molly to bed, she wanted to tell me a story "from her head". I obliged, knowing what was coming, the usual, which is always some twisted rambling version of "The Three Little Pigs". Frankly, I think it's just her bedtime stalling routine. Some kids ask for water, other kids make up 15 minute long incomprehensible versions of their favourite stories.

The story began with pigs, and a wolf, and then went off into left field with something about ladybugs with magic powers. When I urged her that she would soon need to wrap things up, she decided to go back to a more traditional telling of the story. When she got to the part about the pig who built the brick house she said, "The biggest pig, him built a brick house. Him was smart. Him was a girl."

Ah, yes. Only one pig figured out that straw and sticks didn't make good building material as protection in the wild woods where big bad wolves were known to frolic about. Of course it was female.

Heh.