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.