Daughter 1 tries hard not to treat her children gender-stereotypically. I'm not sure that this has totally succeeded. Yesterday, Grandson asked to play with my collection of old pennies. "I'm going to use them as cobbles for my roads," he said.
"I'm going to use them as flowers," said Granddaughter L.
Today, we asked if they would like to go to the Glasgow Museum of Transport. Grandson was very keen. "There won't be any bunnies or butterflies like you would like," he remarked to his little sister (who has never shown huge interest in either of these, as far as we can remember). She was instantly indignant:
"I want to go to a museum with bunnies and butterflies!!!!!"
A long time later, we got there. Vehicles everywhere. "Are there any bunnies?" she asked, looking round hopefully.
There were traffic lights, though. And Granddaughter L liked it too.