Milo donned the crown he made at preschool, teetering tiptoe on the edge of his car seat while surveying the view over the car roof and proudly announced “I a Princess!” I busted out laughing. Regardless of my persuasive logic about princesses being daughters of kings, and princes being the sons, Milo insisted that HE was a Princess. Never mind. It’s charming that he doesn’t stick to the gender roles, at least for himself. If you ask him who does the vacuuming, he’ll say Mommy every time.
Naomi has learned how to sit up on her own!