She Wants Stubble
This is hard to acknowledge, but I won’t mince words….. Our baby girl craves male attention in a big and obvious and embarrassing way. And she will go to great lengths to get it–aggressively plopping herself down on the lap of another kid’s daddy at a concert, or randomly hugging loose daddies on the mats of Gymboree. This practice extends to friends and strangers alike. Last week she made googly eyes across a crowded restaurant at Jason Gould, son of Elliot Gould/Barbra Streisand, of Prince of Tides fame. Anyway, our baby is a bald-faced flirt. She seems to have two rules: the more handsome, the better, and the more stubble, the better. And as a bisexual, I completely get it.
This attraction is preferable to her screaming in terror at the sight of a man. Proof-positive that we aren’t raising a “man-hater.” But her overtly enthusiastic reactions to the opposite sex makes The Appraiser and I — and those terribly observant people– very uncomfortable. We don’t want it to reflect on our limitations as a two mommy household. All I can say is that presently, we are assessing the need for testosteroni and are actively seeking out more daddy friends to appease her….« Top »