How Not to Raise a Daughter
Jeremy sent me a couple of alarming posts this weekend, both concerning a daughter: one on big books and one on American Girl dolls. The fact that people like this exist frighten me, yet I shouldn’t be surprised.
Leah is currently going through a Lego phase. Every night, she gets our small bucket of Lego blocks out and asks “Daddy, want to play Legos?” and I’m usually on the floor before she dumps the blocks on the floor. This is the sort of father I am. She always wants to build a house, so we usually get started on that. But Leah usually gets distracted with the wheels that comes with our set, and sometimes we end up making a car. No matter what we build, though, the Lego man has to be able to go inside of it. Yes, I play Legos with my daughter. In the future, if she wants to read a big book we will let her. But the jury is still out if we will ever get her an American girl doll.