Yesterday David and Bethel had a grand time playing with Bethel’s dolls. David was quite pleased that he was able to put an outfit on the baby all by himself. Bethel wanted all the clothes on the other dolly, all at once.
I get a little nervous during these moments. I know there’s nothing wrong with a boy playing with a doll, but I wonder if I should get David some GI Joe men or something (Ken is not an option as we don’t do Barbies at our house). I know there’s something developmental going on, and I don’t discourage it. But I have to be honest that it makes me a tad queasy to see David nursing the dolly. 🙂
As Lee pointed out, David sees his dad dressing and changing the baby on occasion. It’s a good thing. There’s room in our house for another gentle soul. I guess I need wisdom in guiding him along his God-given personality.
Still, I breathe a sigh of relief when David gets back into his rocket preoccupation. Until Bethel informs me that she wants a “rocket pony cake” for her birthday.