A Thing About Girl Circus Toddlers

When Rockstar was in Kindy, we were on playdate when one of his friends literally shunned his way up a single pole and ended up hanging straight down from a horizontal bar with his feet dangling about 3 feet above the floor. “Mummeeeeeee!” Rockstar’s friend yelled, because he now found himself too high above the floor to let go. As his mum went to catch him, me and another mum exchanged goggle-eyed glances – neither of our own kids ever did that. “Yeah he’s very strong, he can pull himself with almost just his upper body strength,” Daniel’s mum remarked, with a mixture of mild pride and matter-of-fact this-is-my-accident-prone-life-ness. I couldn’t fathom that until now. Only, it’s not my boy child who does things like that:

In honour of my mums-of-girls friends who do things like sunnily tell their male companions at primary school interviews, “See you again, next time I won’t beat you up!”