BOYS
- There will be planes, trains and automobiles.
Not so much. This is an entirely separate vent, but toys are a bloody conspiracy. No kid plays with them for more than a minute. Mine are coming up to 8 & 9 and they STILL make stuff out of cardboard boxes.
- Boys don’t stop moving.
No more than my girls
- Clothes shopping will be a piece of cake.
True for all of them, up until now. The girls are getting more vocal about what they like and dislike, him not so much.
- His fascination with his penis starts sooner than you think.
From when he discovered it at one ish.
- Roughhousing is innate.
They all liked it.
- You’ll probably make a trip to the emergency room.
Twice. Same girl keeps splitting open her head.
- Pee will be everywhere. Everywhere.
Not so much. But none of them remember to flush the fucking toilet.
- You’ll learn not to compare your son to girls.
Or other boys.
- The goofiness starts early.
Yes, but so did his sister
- Boys adore their moms.
They all do. After all, I am awesome.
GIRLS
- You'll buy her stuff she doesn't need.
I did with both of them
- She may be way girlier than you are.
Not really, neither of us is 'girly'
- Her desire to borrow your heels, jewels, handbags and more will start as soon as she can walk and talk (and grow from there).
One of my girls dresses up in my stuff, the other not so much. My son wears my bras sometimes
- Everything starts early.
Compared to his twin, he crawled, walked and talked before her.
- She'll strike a sexy pose.
What?! No!
- You'll relish the excuse to read "Black Beauty," "Nancy Drew" and Judy Blume again.
Substitute with The Magic Faraway Tree, and yes. Shortlived though when I clutched pearls at the sexist undertones.
- She'll likely go through an "I'm only wearing dresses" phase.
Never did. Now it's only shorts.
- She'll hoard ... everything.
Not really
- You'll fight over her hair constantly.
No.