Margot is equally as infatuated with her pink baby stroller as she is with her brother's Playmobil firetruck. And rightfully so - the cute little firemen, the hose that shoots real water, the siren that flashes and makes noise. I can't think of any cool girl equivalent.
A Barbie car? Um, I don't think so.
Now I can't take full credit for being a pioneer of gender neutral toys in my household. She really has no choice but to play with what we have because it's somewhat ridiculous to purchase toys "just for her" when there are more than plenty of options strewn about my floors at any given second of the day.
Oh those 3rd child woes.
And so, she plays with what she finds, and with an older brother around, that generally means many battery powered things with annoying music from a 1980's Bruce Willis movie that won't turn off courtesy of my in-laws, along with a ton of other trains, planes, and automobiles in many shapes and sizes.
And I have to admit that I can't blame her, as I mentioned to my husband as I watched her happily push around a couple of zoom-zoom cars on our kitchen floors. Labels aside, which by the way, I really do hate: Boy toys are just way more fun than girl toys.
Even though I was always aware of exposing Quinlan to more than just play kitchens and baby dolls, she certainly never had the amount of moving vehicle toys that we inherited once Drew came along.
It's sort of a rite of passage I guess. You have a girl and you open the floodgates to the sea of pink into your living room. And when you have a boy, they figure anything with wheels is fair game.
Granted, it's a little easier these days to find girl-friendly trucks, which when you say that a few times sounds utterly ridiculous.
What exactly does that mean, anyway? Do they have better suspension to save you from getting smacked in the face with your boobs? Do they have real-light make-up mirrors so you can be sure not to over-blush your cheeks?
Usually, it's just the damn color.
But hey, if it means people will buy a truck for a girl because it's pink and has a driver who's wearing a crown and a glitter dress, so be it.
However, if I could do things over again with my first, who has gotten some post-facto exposure, I would have been sure to park plenty of trucks and airplanes at her princess palace.
Regular old fast moving possibly battery operated loud as hell gigantic wheeled put hair on your chest trucks.
I mean, a girl's got to get around. And a horse and carriage is pretty 1892 if you ask me.
Besides, the last time I checked, girls drive cars, planes, heck, even fire engines, none of which are pink. And they're still pretty damn cool.