This morning, I surrendered the notion that my seven-year-old daughter Lexi is a “mama’s girl.” It’s been a great seven year run that involved her exhibiting my mannerisms, phrases and siding with me on minor disputes with my husband.

Maybe I have been slow on picking up the cues that she is becoming more and more like her father, but the increase in drama in our household should have tipped me off. And by “drama,” I mean the literal kind. My husband is a thespian-a stage actor in layman’s terms. Over the past decade, my husband has played various roles with various accents. Currently, he is playing a German missionary whose service takes place in England. I expect that my husband will speak to me in a German accent since he takes his roles seriously, but lately, Lexi has taken to speaking to me in a British or German accent and will encourage me to also speak with an accent.

I don’t do accents, not even a Southern one.

But it’s not just the theatrics, but her increasing affinity for sports and being outdoors. Growing up, I was that kid who was picked last in every game-not only because I was the shortest, but I was also the slowest and least coordinated when it came to kicking, throwing or catching. Somehow, I was excused from taking any form of physical education throughout my middle school and high school years. (I still don’t know how that happened, and why I was also excused from taking a foreign language and typing.)

These days, Lexi is all about being outside, whether it’s roller-skating, swimming, playing basketball, tennis, rolling down a hill, etc…I love that she wants to be outdoors, but I’m not the one to encourage all of this activity. It’s my husband who was the athlete, and he is much more patient than I am about teaching her and applauding her.

So it’s been a slow evolution of her becoming more like her father, but this morning solidified it. We were discussing weekend plans, and I mentioned that she and I would be school shopping while my husband stayed home to meet with the guys in his fantasy football league. I explained the lunacy of fantasy football to Lexi to convey how much more fun we would have, but Lexi proclaimed that fantasy football sounded “fun and awesome.”

I’ve lost her to her daddy…for now. Instead of being sad, I think I’ll take advantage of the time to prepare for the day when she needs her mama again.

Who do your kids lean towards these days?