*I was rolling around in bed on Saturday night. Lynnette and Madison were in Mad’s room. After a while, I noticed that the bedroom light was still on. I got out of bed and happened into something I had only heard about, but never experienced: an imaginary party.
When I walked into the room, Madison jumped up to tell me that it was Minnie Mouse’s birthday. “Am I invited?” I asked. “Or is this just a girls’ party?” “Oh, you can come, Madison said. So I crashed what turned out to be the final minutes of the birthday party.
Earlier that night, we hit up Toys R’ Us (which Madison calls Toy Story) and she picked out a Minnie’s Bowtique playset. She used up the last of her Christmas gift card. Apparently, Minnie’s Bowtique is the version of Mickey Mouse’s clubhouse that skews female. Lynnette tried to explain this to me, but was cut off by an emphatic Madison who said, “No, Minnie lives in the clubhouse with Mickey, but dis is her store.”
You know what the set is? It’s a figurine of Minnie with various bows, shoes, and outfits that can be changed out and arranged as desired. So it stands that the next thing Disney will teach my daughter is accessorizing.
It killed me that Madison put on her birthday crown from school.
I guess this would make it official: all of my machinations to guide her towards man-ish activities have failed. Madison is a girl. Since I don’t have sisters, this was the first time I had actually seen anything like this in person. I suppose it was the next and inevitable step up from walking through all of the pink aisles at the toy store.
Madison was thrilled, but Lynnette had this look on her face of pure joy. I cannot imagine what Lynnette must feel watching her own baby become a little girl. I have my own descriptors, but I am sure they vary wildly from Lynnette’s. I kept making eye contact with Lynnette and she must have read the amazement on my face because she kept nodding and smiling. Madison brought it home when she told me that I could have some cake. She got up to get it from her play-oven because she didn’t want to leave it out to get cold. Holy cow. Madison is a genuine little girl.
*I wasn’t the only one to deal with Madison’s girlie imagination this weekend, though. When we went over to my parents’ house for lunch on Sunday, Madison brought out her animal hospital (I’ll give you one guess as to who bought it for her).
She began playing with the set in earnest during the final quarter of Sunday’s Thunder/Lakers game. As sports fans will tell you, the game was pretty amazing. More incredible was the fact that my dad plopped himself down next to Madison’s hospital and started asking the “doctor” all sorts of fake medical questions.
I love this picture because I caught the game action in the back and my dad doesn’t even care. I suppose he could hear the announcers and could easily look behind him if something tremendous happened, but for the most part, he was completely engaged with Madison.
“Grampa, dis is Ploop-Ploop and he’s a fish.”
“What’s wrong with him?”
“I think he’s a little sick. I think he needs to go in the water.”
“I don’t think he can handle without water.”
Yes, this is the kind of sage-like medical advice my dad was doling out in the middle of the living room. As I sat and watched his face light up with every word flying out of Madison’s mouth, it occurred to me that my dad likely has never had the chance to play like this, either. Oh, I’m sure I made him pretend to be Star Scream (so I could be Optimus Prime, of course) at some point in my childhood, but that’s straight-up masculine. He looked like he enjoyed being bossed around by the animal doctor. He asked questions and smiled whenever Madison would answer him with 4-year old logic.
*Madison and I ended the weekend with something of a consolation. I had told her that we’d play water balloons on Sunday afternoon, but the weather gods didn’t cooperate with us. It was already raining when we got up from our nap and continued on into the afternoon. When Madison inquired about the water balloons, Lynnette looked out the window and said the weather didn’t look good. “It looks okay,” Madison countered.
“Hey, I know we can’t play with the water balloons, but would you like a bubble bath instead?” I asked. She paused for a second and said “Okay, but I need all my toys.” She makes like I don’t just dump them all in there anyway.
I have long since given up trying to hop in the tub with her. The last time I did, she was two. She tried to move around, found that she couldn’t, and then said flatly, “Just get out, dad.” I was pretty sad about it.
Yesterday, she stood outside the tub barking out orders like a little dictator. “Use my Hello Kitty bubbles.” “Now put the Cars bubble in, too. I might need a lot of bubbles.” Yes, boss.
Earlier during the weekend, I asked Madison who my favorite girl was. She squinted her eyes and pointed at Lynnette. I laughed. “Okay,” I said. “Who’s my favorite princess?” I asked. She smiled wide and tapped her own nose twice.
There’s no use fighting it.