We recently found, as we were digging though Wonderful Wife’s childhood books, this exceedingly outdated primer: the same one Wonderful Wife used when she was in First Grade. It has quickly become one of Bee’s favorite stories, but I think that is mostly because the goat, named Billy, ends up playing a prominent role:
I would like to say that this primer is hilariously outdated in its representation of gender roles, but I think I would be lying. For all the progress we’ve made culturally, little girls sew; boys don’t. We just remind Bee that Mary is sewing, just like Papa does, and remind ourselves that she is not quite up to deconstructing the text, yet; maybe next year…
And maybe one day day I’ll get a travel sewing kit in a super-mod suitcase…
A boy can dream, can’t he???
Hugs,
Thomas
4 Responses to You can call me Mary…