Fellow Queens!
Now before any of you start up, I’m not girl bashing today. Anyone who has experienced the world of the girl knows there is quite the difference between the XX and XY chromosome-enhanced children.
When Prince #1 was a pre-teen I drove him and 5 girls somewhere. The girls sang songs from “Wicked,” the girls in the front seat texted the girls in the back seat and they all squealed in a pitch that would make a grown man sterile. I have yet to recover.
And it’s not just me. Here are some other Queen’s stories.
From Queen Hillary:
This conversation with my genius son sums up why my friends who have little girls just don't understand why boys are so much different in their thinking and apparently, their abilities.
Me: So, now, can you tell me what you did today that might have been a bad choice?
Tyler: I pee peed in the garage and shot pieces of pretzel out of my nose all over your floor.
Enough said.
And from Queen Charlete:
I have two princes ages 11 and 8 and now have a new appreciation for having boys since returning from camp with my oldest.
I was a parent volunteer and was put in charge of a cabin of 10 girls, ages 13-14. I told the director, “Well, this will be different”. She said she thought I would like the change. She was wrong.
As I was in the midst of these chatty, boy-crazy girls, I would see my son in the distance, playing with his friends without a care in the world. I endured late night chats about boys, menstrual cycles, and fashion.
While these girls were changing their outfits 3 times or more a day, my son was happy with the same outfit…for three days. The mother in me had to tell him to change when I saw him one day with the same shorts covered in stains.
It was an interesting week and I’m glad I got to live in the “other world” briefly. And even though he came back with 5 pairs of clean underwear….the camp was 7 days….I wouldn’t trade being a Queen to my princes.
So there you have it.
Reign on, my majesties!
Queen Linda
