Evangeline finally had her birthday party, and we invited the usual people.
A gang of seven kids in elementary school and the sixth grade, plus a three year old. They ran around screaming, climbed trees, hid, blew things up with vinegar and baking soda, sloshed around colored soapy milk, and eventually smashed a pumpkin. What, isn't that what all seven year olds do at their birthday party, smash a pumpkin on the ground? Cleaned it up, but I bet the squirrels were happy later that night!
The next person who asks about this sort of thing being a "boy" thing is getting a smack from me, or, if I'm not around, somebody else in the same state/country. Why don't people pay better attention?
The next person who asks about this sort of thing being a "boy" thing is getting a smack from me, or, if I'm not around, somebody else in the same state/country. Why don't people pay better attention?
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I'd wear jeans for that party! Or, more likely, pretty clothes that I didn't mind getting ruined. ;)
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Or wait, no, I do know this, but it's set up in my mind as "something older generations do." Like... my 70+ year old uncle (my mother is the youngest of 7 by over 9 years) would maybe say that.
I mean, yeah, I'd ask before I painted my boyfriend's nails or something, but that's because it's his body, not because I assume he would hate it because it's "stereotypically girly."
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And now I look, and I can't see how we went so far backwards.
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