Remember Hello Kitty from when you were little?  I used to love her!  If I were young enough, I’m pretty sure a lot of my ‘stuff’ would be Hello Kitty-ed out in, well, Hello Kitty.

Yesterday V spotted a Hello Kitty catalogue tucked into the pages of the newspapers.  He sat in my bed while I was trying to doze and went through it.  He scrutinized each item, never saying a word.

Once he finished, he flipped back to the beginning and said: Mama, please buy me all these Hello Kitty things.

Me: What?  All of them?!

V: Just the suitcase mama.  Please tell papa I want a Hello Kitty suitcase.

Man, I would LOVE a Hello Kitty suitcase!

I didn’t know what to say.  I don’t *want* him to already think of girl and boy toys (you can read my post on that here).

I feel like such a hypocrite.  On one hand, I’ve been going on about how irritating it is to have a toy store divided into Girls’ Toys and Boys’ Toys – and on the other hand…  Well, I don’t mind him playing with girls toys.  He does so regularly when he goes to friends’ homes for playdates.  I don’t mind him wearing my shoes at home.  He regularly likes to put on all my junky jewellery.  And that’s ok with me.

But to actually buy a Hello Kitty suitcase?

I thought for a second – but I should have thought for longer.  I could have said, ‘I don’t have enough money to buy you a Hello Kitty suitcase now.’  Or I could have said, ‘You already have a suitcase.’

What I did say, was:  You know, it’s usually only girls who have Hello Kitty things.  Do you still want it?  (Wrong thing.  Totally wrong thing, I know.)

He thought for a few seconds and said: Mama, when I become a girl can you buy it for me?

Me: Yes, I can do that.

*face palm*