How is it that a three year old, with supposedly no understanding of gender profiling or stereotyping, can have such strong feelings about it? Her favorite color is pink and she prefers to dress from head to toe in it. She saw Grammy working on a green blanket and declared it was a boy color and not okay for a girl. She saw an arcade game at chuckie cheese and said it was a scary game for naughty boys and not for good for girls.
Silly girl. She is my girly girl, through and through. She loves her dress up clothes, begs me to paint her nails, plays pretend princess, dances and hosts daily tea parties. I think its adorable. One of my favorites is when she introduces herself as princess so-and-so with an awkwardly adorable curtsy, sometimes falling over in the process.
One of her new habits is that she has gone from clutching and smoothing a fistful of my hair to holding a handful of her own. She's so proud that its getting so long and soft.
But on the other hand, she's still daddy's girl without a doubt. She loves to help with his "projects", especially yardwork or keeping him company when he works on the car. She's already begging him to go rock climbing, camping and snowboarding. When I half joking, half serious asked daddy who he's going to take hunting and camping if he ends up all daughters and no sons, he didn't even hesitate to say the girls. :-)
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