He kills me.

So last night as I was putting Dovi to bed, we had a little chat. About my upcoming birthday (it's in April. I am old.)

"Mommy, how old you be on yo birdday?"

"How old do you think I'll be, Dovi?"

"tenny-two?"

"No, D, a little older"

"tenny-tree"?

"No, D, you know how old I am"

"Oh, yeah. I so silly. You be tirdy-too"

"Yes, Dovs. What are you getting me for my birthday?"

"Hmmm. I get someting wif Abba. A gur ting"

"Dovi, what is a girl thing?"

Pauses. Thinks a little. Hmmms a little.

"I know, Mommy. Nood"

"You want to get me a snood for my birthday?"

"um hmm Mommy. Tat gur ting"

"Is anything else a girl thing, D?"

"yesh, Mommy. I ge you may-up." Gestures face.

"You want to get me makeup?"

"yesh, Mommy"

"Anything ELSE, D?" (At this point I was seriously cracking up)

"hmmm. I know Mommy. I ge you aitel" (gestures to his head)

Oh dear. This now means that I need to explain hair covering to you all. I'm lazy. I'm copying the following text from Chabad. Go there for more info:
Jewish law requires married women to cover their hair when in public. Aside for the profound mystical reasons for this practice, it serves to safeguard the woman's privacy, creating a personal, sensual space reserved for her husband.

OK back to Dovi.

"You want to get me a new shaitel (wig) for my birthday?"

"Yesh"

So there you have it.

Girl things?

Make Up, Wig, and a Snood. Nice.