The image of a little one trying to flush a pattern down the toilet is a funny one. While I didn't go that far, I seem to recall throwing a few pairs of tights out the window. They were definitely the bane of my existence for a couple of years.
For the most part I was pretty fortunate in that my parents acknowledged my tomboyishness even when it came to occasions that dictated dressier clothes. I still had to wear girl things, but not girly things.
Celtglen, do you think that's what it is, that kids understand gender now more than in decades past?
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Now, if I could just find a way to get paid for what I can do with my tongue and a cherry stem.
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