My Daddy had three girls, and no boys. My husband and I had three boys, and then two girls. If you ask my husband why he treats the girls differently, he will say he treats all the children the same. I always wanted a big brother when I was little. I think that, maybe, if I had, had a brother, his very existence would have made me realize just how special Daddy's girls were. Boys don't get rides on Daddy's feet, or pretty pink and red hearts full of candy on valentines day. Boys don't get special kisses and hugs when they get older because boys stink--girls smell sweeter with age.
I remember the smell of my Daddy when I was little. Funny thing is that when I hug him now, he still smells the same: Just like my Daddy. I remember him coming home from work with his 5o'clock shadow and him scruffing our cheeks with it.
My girls will get even more doting over because they have three big brothers to look out for them in addition to their Daddy's effections.
Girls and boys are not the same in Daddy's eyes. Girls are special.
But.....BOYS get babied by mommy, even though they "say" they don't like it.
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