Christina M. Currie
Christina M. Currie's Touch of Spice column appears Fridays in the Craig Daily Press. E-mail her at firstname.lastname@example.org
Craig They say that girls are sugar and spice and everything nice. Boys, on the other hand, are snips and snails and puppy dog's tails.
Boy, are they wrong.
Don't get me wrong. Girls are sweet. Well, they can be.
Seven-year-old Nikki is easily the sweeter of my two girls. Her 8-year-old sister has her moments, but Nikki is, let's just say, the more consistent of the two.
It was Nikki's idea to make presents for her two best friends. Katie suggested she call them "BFF" bags. You know, "best friends forever."
She colored cards and asked if she could add candy and sea shells to her packets.
I was touched, and I was sure the mish-mash of contents, though baffling to me, would appeal to her friends.
I'm still not sure what all went into those friendship bags, but I'm learning.
Ashley's mom felt compelled to fill me in when she stopped by my office to return the $15 Nikki had gifted her friend.
I groaned, wondering exactly what else left the house.
As I was talking to Ashley's mom, my phone beeped, indicating I'd missed a call. It was Rory's mom.
I knew Nikki's purse would be even lighter than I'd thought.
And it was.
Two more bills went Rory's direction, along with a stuffed animal and other toys Nikki selected from her room.
I was thinking about how sweet my little girl was when the mother-to-mother hotline showed me the error of my thinking.
Evidently the three didn't bond over gift bags. That was just frosting on their friendship.
What brings them together is their common interest in tormenting the boys.
Rory's mom calls their game "The Amazon Women."
Nikki didn't want fess up when I asked her about it, but I managed to eke out a few details.
They like to capture a boy, take him to the top of the hill on the playground and "make" him roll down. (I think they only think they're "making" him. Boys don't seem to protest rolling around in the grass much.)
They also like to capture a boy, "force" him onto the monkey bars and "make" him cross.
I asked Nikki how they made the boys do that.
"We tickle them," she said, hiding her face against my neck.
I started thinking that the game was less Amazon and more first crush.
Then again :
I like that my sweet girl has a little spine.
I like that my independent girl has a little sweetness.
I'm really hoping that these traits stay in the proper balance, and that my daughter is as generous with her friendship as she is with her money.
Snips and snails and puppy dog's tails add flavor, but a little sugar and spice truly make a dish.