At breakfast this morning, Firstborn, taking a break from smearing porridge in her hair, announces; "Mummy, I sit next to Freddy at school. He's my best friend."
"That's nice, darling," I say, slightly distracted by Alpha Male bitching about my credit card bill (doesn't he realise that the purchase of new shoes is an essential part of my psychological well being???)
"Freddy likes playing ships," she continues.
"That's lovely," I say. "Do you play ships too?"
Firstborn shakes her head, "No. I can't play ships. I'm a girl."
I'm astounded, "What?"
"I'm a girl," Firstborn explains patiently, rolling her eyes at my stupidity. "Girls don't play with ships. Girls play with dolls and pink things."
Oh. My. God.
So much for feminism.