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Show Girls will be Girls, and Boys wi 1 1 be Boys, Thank Goodness By Mary Gae Evans There is a lot of talk in this time of women's liberation that, if treated equally, boys and girls are just alike. It is said that the dif-ferneces dif-ferneces are so minimal as to be barely noticed. If you buy trucks and dolls for each in equal amounts, they will both play eagerly with both. Well, maybe I went about it all wrong, but I noticed a rather large difference between sons and daughters from a very early age. Boys have a natural love for everything that creeps, crawls, or slithers.... snakes, horned toads and lizards are among the favorites. Girls are more inclined to go for soft, fluffy things like white tlx kittens and mongrel dogs they find in the street. Girls like to squeal and boys know how to make them do it. Girls pull hair and boys pull the legs off grasshoppers. Mothers of girls buy hair ribbons and mothers of boys buy bandaids and double-knee double-knee jeans. Little girls jump rope and little boys jump'of f the roof. Girls like to snuggle and little boys like to wrestle, noisely-especially during your favorite television shows. Girls like mommy's perfume, lip gloss and face cream; boys like anything that is sharp, noisy, or greasy. Girls cover their beds with Madam Alexander dolls and boys use their beds for a trampoline to catapult themselves to the ceiling and back. Little girls like to cook and boys like to eat. As they grow older, girls will tell you all the news from school and what Jinnie said to June and what boys are cute. But, boys take a vow of silence that lasts clear through high school. Nevertheless, I am an open-minded person, so I decided to see if the theory of trucks for girls and dolls for bovs worked. I boueht a doll for my 11 month old grandson grand-son and put it on the floor in front of him. He took one bored look at it, crawled over it and gleefully smashed his two toy trucks together, disassembled his unbreakable tractor, grabbed two handfuls of dirt and leaves from my favorite plant and scattered it around, and smiled a beautiful smile at me. Oh, what the heck. I'm glad they aren't all alike, how very boring life would be. |