The battle of the sexes has already begun . . .

Earlier in the week, we were discussing Speed Racer (The Z-Monster's favorite movie) on the way home from a birthday party. The Z-Monster was expressing how much he liked his new cars (he got Speed Racer cars for Christmas), and the movie in general. I made a comment about Mommy and Daddy and Didi enjoying the movie too.

The Z-Monster responded emphatically that Didi was not allowed to watch Speed Racer. When we asked him why not, he responded in a disparaging tone, "She's a girl Mommy. Speed Racer is a boy's movie. Her not watch it!"

I responded, "The Z-Monster, it's a boy movie and girl movie. Mommy likes cars, and so does Didi. Plus, there are girls in the movie too."

The Z-Monster thought about that one for a while, and then resignedly said, "Otay, Mommy." (which, being interpreted is: If you say so, I'll concede, but I still think you're wrong.)

A few moments after that, he piped up again with this, " No, mommy, it a boy movie. There are one two three four five six seven eight nine TEN Boys, and one monkey. It's a boy movie.

And that was that . . .

What you hear when they think you aren't listening.

We just recently put the baby monitors back in the girls' room, since one of them has a tendency to wake up in the middle of the night. We are still getting used to having the monitor on again, and it is providing us a little insight into our daughters behavior when we aren't in the room.

When separated into their cribs the entertain each other for 15-20 minutes with a rousing (and giggle filled) game of peek-a-boo. After this Little Wonder seems to drift off to sleep, while Didi sings her a chipper lullaby consisting mostly of Happy Birthday and assorted nursery songs. (Yes, my kids like the birthday song. A. Lot.)

If, at this point, we were to intervene, we would find her contentedly bouncing in bed with nothing but a diaper on, playing with her blankets and pajamas. She would insist on being taken out of bed, re clothed, hugged and kissed, and placed back in bed. At which point she would start over by calling "Hello! Are you there?" to Little Wonder, then the songs and pajama removal.

But, we don't intervene anymore (well, usually), so in the morning we find Didi redressed, with her shirt on inside out and backwards, and her pants on inside out.

The kid is a mystery.