Jagged Little Pill

My daughter loves to play with her brother and the two boys that live next door. Most afternoons the little boys are pretty accommodating and don't seem to mind a 4 year old girl tagging along.

Any why would they?

Sarah may be wearing a dress and plastic heels but she can get down and dirty with the best of 'em.

She's already the kind of girl I always wished I was. She's girly, pink, soft, and glittery on one hand and tough-as-nails, let's-play-in-the-dirt, I'm-not-afraid-of-anybody-or-anything on the other hand.

So today,when the boys told her they didn't want to play with her, she took it all in stride.

She came in the house, told me what happened and started singing the following song:

Boys are mean.
I don't care.
They aren't my friends.
I only like girls.
Boys are mean but not my brother.
Because booooooys arrrrrrre meeeeeeeean!

Alanis Morissette would be so proud!

Here's a picture of Sarah, last week before her declaration of boy hate, hanging out with the boys watching a big truck .