Today during rest time, Nils stripped down--initially to his undies, then to nothing. He's been doing this lately. He says he's dressing up as a girl (one who apparently doesn't wear anything, which makes it all the scarier). Often he's a princess and the bunkbed is a castle. He often puts a blanket over his shoulders (the one we used to swaddle him in when he was a baby that has been stretched out so much we could still swaddle him in it if we tried). Today he had on a cowboy hat. I don't know what it means. I think God wires kids to do this to keep their parents guessing.
Both he and his brother have often pretended that their "stuffies" are girls--even Nils' bear he named Bobby and Anders' bear named Tommy. Sometimes they make each other their sister (or do it voluntarily).
Before Nils was born, Anders wanted him to be a sister. Except that he got his role confused in it. When people would ask him about the impending new baby he wold tell them, "I'm going to be a big sister."
Neither of them will be getting a little sister--at least until God calls us to adopt and gives us the resources to do so. Beth will not go through another C-section again. So I guess make-believe is their realm of possibility for now. Sometimes, though, it just makes me scratch my head and wonder what's going on. But I'm a little afraid to ask.
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