Parenting.
Mar. 27th, 2011 01:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sister_luckI bought some more clothes for the little one yesterday and he's finally wearing size 86. The puzzling thing? On the multi-lingual label it says that in Italy, the UK and the US this is 12-18m, but next to the little F, which I assume stands, as it tends to do, for France, it says 24m. Hmm, so are French kids significantly smaller at 2 years old than those from other countries? I don't think so. (And yes, my kid is already past 18 months, but 24 months is still a couple of months away.)
We live next to a tiny hairdressing salon and the owner is quite smitten with our kid. She keeps handing him lollipops. I've no intention of being dogmatic about sweets like my parents were, scaring me to hell that sweets = tooth decay = horror, because I remember feeling terribly guilty and bad about myself when I had my first cavity at eleven or twelve. But lollipops aren't even very nice sweets. On the other hand, I'm not going to start spouting off at neighbours that I don't want my kid to have their tokens of affection. (I like people who ask first whether the kid is allowed sweets. Then you can always say, he's just had a snack, or just plain 'No, thanks'.)
I'd managed to avoid opening her lollipops and actually letting him have one, but on Thursday it was time to unwrap it and hand it to him in front of our neighbour's eyes. The good thing? He got bored after a couple of sucks and gave it to his Dad. So, yeah, no big deal.
On the playground on Friday there was a Grandma who shouted at her little grandson when he didn't immediately sit down on the huge slide not to be so girly and either slide or let the other kids have a go. And then people pretend that there's no difference in how they're treating boys or girls.
We live next to a tiny hairdressing salon and the owner is quite smitten with our kid. She keeps handing him lollipops. I've no intention of being dogmatic about sweets like my parents were, scaring me to hell that sweets = tooth decay = horror, because I remember feeling terribly guilty and bad about myself when I had my first cavity at eleven or twelve. But lollipops aren't even very nice sweets. On the other hand, I'm not going to start spouting off at neighbours that I don't want my kid to have their tokens of affection. (I like people who ask first whether the kid is allowed sweets. Then you can always say, he's just had a snack, or just plain 'No, thanks'.)
I'd managed to avoid opening her lollipops and actually letting him have one, but on Thursday it was time to unwrap it and hand it to him in front of our neighbour's eyes. The good thing? He got bored after a couple of sucks and gave it to his Dad. So, yeah, no big deal.
On the playground on Friday there was a Grandma who shouted at her little grandson when he didn't immediately sit down on the huge slide not to be so girly and either slide or let the other kids have a go. And then people pretend that there's no difference in how they're treating boys or girls.
