My daughter just turned five and she is a tomboy.
She has no desire to wear pretty dresses or jewelry and she’s just as happy playing with boy toys as she is girl toys. She requested something called a dinosaur train for Christmas and has no patience for baby dolls, leaving them hidden in her closet where the only interaction they get from her is when she has to move them out of the way to get to Mister Potato Head.
I like this about her because I’m hoping it will hold off the boy-crazy until she’s well into her teens. However, I was pretty happy when she asked me the other day to play with some tiny animals that came with a toy my mother bought her for her birthday. Thinking the tiny elephant and tiny duck and tiny frog and tiny butterfly would talk about flowers and bunnies and rainbows and sliding at the park, I sat down as she handed me the frog and the elephant.
She instructed me to put the frog on the elephant’s back while she placed the duck on the butterfly’s back and then she said, “That’s your dragon and ninja and this is mine. We’re going to fly to fight the evil Lord Garmadon in his fortress. Let’s GO!”
Gotta stop letting her watch Lego cartoons with her brother.