Pretty Pink Packages

Many of us, for better or for worse, have alter egos. They come out when we're drunk, stressed, overtired, in Vegas, etc. I've talked about Charlie's Jekyll and Hyde routine, mostly of Hyde and his constant torturing of Charlie's younger brother. But this past weekend we actually got to meet his version of Jekyll - you know, the good one.

We went to visit friends for an early dinner on Sunday. They have a daughter who is about 2 months older than Gregory. As big and boyish as Gregory is, she is just as dainty and demure. She is their only child and definitely the princess of her castle.

I'm always a little tentative when we take the boys to someone's home. Their aggressive behavior usually has a shock and awe effect on both parent and child alike. 'Wouldn't they feel more comfortable coloring at the table instead of on the walls?' Hey, there's a reason the word 'washable' has been placed on those markers. Or, 'Perhaps they could roll the ball instead of throwing it directly at his face?' You want your kid to play like a girl, then have him play with girls.

I wasn't sure if the newly acquired play structure in our friend's backyard would alleviate or add to my feelings of apprehension. Granted it was for toddlers so it could keep the boys occupied while I downed a glass or 3 of chardonnay. But it was just high enough for an adorable little 18 month old girl to obtain her first round of stitches or broken bones, especially if helped along by a certain 3 1/2 year old boy.

Charlie ran Gregory over on his way out to the backyard like he was at Filene's Basement Running of the Brides bridal gown sale. He then tried to push him backwards off the ladder. When that didn't thwart Gregory's efforts, Charlie kicked him in the face as he went down the slide head first.

Fortunately the chardonnay and yummy appetizers were doing wonders for my blood pressure. But my dwindling tentativeness quickly spiked to pure panic as 'the princess' decided it was her turn to go down the slide. How was this going to go? Would our friends ask us to leave before or after they iced and bandaged their daughter's precious head? Would dinner wind up being a trip through the McDonald's drive thru on our way home?

Before I could say, "Charlie, let's remember our gentle hands." Pixie princess, dressed in her floral green and pink sweatsuit complete with matching shoes and hair tie, teetered up the ladder and was sitting at the top of the slide, waiting. Prior to this moment, she had never been allowed to go down the slide unassisted. Charlie was at the bottom saying, 'Come on, come on. I'll catch you.' The parents are hovering, trying to determine if they should entrust their daughter's wellbeing to a preschooler, let alone a preschooler with a well documented history of ill behavior towards toddlers. I'm hovering myself, wondering if Charlie is channeling Jekyll or Hyde and does one of them know CPR?

Everyone was on high alert as our friends only child comes down the slide and is caught in the arms of the most adorable, competent, chivalrous 3 1/2 year old on this good green Earth. The icing on the cake was the, 'Great job you little cutie.' I'm not sure if shock or relief registered first, but who cares, she was alive, in one piece, and with no visible injuries or blood stains on her outfit, the same could not be said of Charlie's brother.

We learned a lot from the experience. 1. Charlie is a kind, sweet boy with the ability to be amazingly gentle (we knew this, but were in desperate need of a reminder) 2. From this point forward, Gregory will be dressed from head to toe in pink. Our own little social experiment of sorts.