proof simple things aren't so simple for a 3 year old.

this is my nephew phillip. or, as he refers to himself, minip.

he is weird. he is strange. he is a nerd.

i can say these things about him because i too, am all of the above.

not too long ago we were having a very mature discussion about transformers+princesses.

this is how the conversation went:

S: what do you like better - cars, transformers, or spiderman?

P: umm... [furrowing his brow+contemplating real hard] SRANSFORMERRRS!!

S: oh me too. they're my favorite.

P: nu uh. yous a gurl! yous a PWINCESS.

 {{now, most girls enjoy being called a pwincess. however, this girl DOES NOT. i put on my feminist panties and soaked this lesson for all it was worth.}}

S: phillip, girls can like transformers too, and boys can like princesses. just because you or daddy or b plays with one thing doesn't mean me or ellyn or mommy or grin can't play with it too.

P: nu uh. yous a guuuurrrrll.

{{at this point i know one of us is going down and his argument just ain't cuttin it. plus i'm not losing to a 3 year old.}}

S: [giving him "the look" he already knows means back down.]

P: ooohhhhhhkay. but jus yous can wike sransformers.