One thing I noticed during my sick leave was a sharp contrast in gender roles between TheBoy and BabyGirl G. BabyGirl G. was trying her level best to help Daddy out, offering to get me a glass of water or adjust my covers on the couch or just sit next to me and lean against me so I knew she was there. It was very touching, a rather Rockwellian moment in the G. household.
Whereas TheBoy was far more interested to know whether or not Daddy had swine flu, because one of his friends' brothers' cousins knew a guy who got swine flu and his whole face MELTED RIGHT OFF and they tried to fix him at the hospital but it was too late and now he has to go around with only half a face and everyone laughs at him and it's all because he had this disease and daddy your face isn't going to MELT RIGHT OFF is it?
(those parents out there with hyperactive male children are all nodding knowingly right now...)
It just struck me as funny. My daughter genuinely wanted to help me out in my hour of need. My son wanted to talk my ear off. There's a lesson in there somewhere... BabyGirl G. has also been somewhat disappointed because Daddy hasn't been giving her a kiss goodnight the past few nights. I've tried explaining that Daddy doesn't want to give her his cold; I've pointed out how nasty this cold has been, how I've been stuck in bed or coughing, etc. and that I don't want her to go through it. She just looks at me and says "that's okay, Daddy. You can catch up later".
You got it, princess...
That is all.