Who doesn't love flipping the bird? I do. My students do. My daughter does.
That's right. Sophie Gene loves the bird.
Where she learned the bird, I can only guess, but she explained to me recently that she has become a surreptitious bird flipper.
That is to say, she knows she shouldn't do it, but it's just so fun she can't help it, so she often flips the bird…
- In her pocket.
- Inside her desk.
- Under the covers.
- While in the bath-tub.
- In the back seat where I can't see her.
She knows it's not NICE to flip the bird, but isn't really sure why, and doesn't seem to care. It's the actual action of poking that little middle finger up that she likes. In addition to the covert bird flipping described above, she often "accidentally" flips the bird when counting, pointing, and otherwise gesturing.
My favorite was when she shot me a kiss (you know…you kiss your pointer finger, and then make a gun and shoot the kiss to whomever) on her middle finger. When I calmly inquired, "What the hell?" she explained, "Mom, that was a love bird!"