So it started with a simple fascination with the diapers. The ones with the characters form the only show she watches – Sesame Street. (OK, and a little Bob the Builder on occasion, when I’m tired of cycling through the 7 episodes on demand and need variety, but I digress…)
So at first, she didn’t mind so much WHICH character was on the “Cheetool” (Hebrew for diaper), but I’m trying to figure out which kid in daycare to blame for suddenly turning my kid into a character-obsessed-girly-girl! Suddenly, she ONLY wanted the Zoe diapers, she made Mommy and I kiss Zoe, just like she did. She has recently been OK with the other ones, as I simply tell her that we’re out of Zoe Cheetoolim, and does she want Elmo or Ernie or Cookie Monster. They all make her happy, so it’s fine. (We keep her in the 7th gens by day, but she needs the more absorbent Pam*ers at night). But then! Nayla, in her daycare room, turned two, and gave out Easter baskets to everyone. (oy, another rant, but they DID appreciate the hamentashen I brought!) And IN the basket (after I secretly passed on the uber-sugar crap, but did save a piece or two of “chak-oh-lette” for the Cheeky), were some barrettes. Malka squealed “Zoe!” and pointed. And I was all – HUH? And she grabbed the package of barrettes, and HUGGED THEM to her chest, and squealed “ZOE!” And I felt my sense of self as a parent drop a notch or two.
But at least, she’s letting me put a barrette IN her hair now, which might at least, prevent the “how old is HE” questions from being so popular. Because yes, Virginia, even girly girls wear shirts with basketballs on them.