Evidence that my child is not gender discriminating in 100 or fewer words:
The girls got their flu shots the other morning. Typical of every doctor's visit, they are given stickers when they check out. When I return from work, Brooke tells me about the morning.
"I go to the doctor's and get a shot." She pulls up her pants leg and shows me her band aid, something she clearly is proud of. "I cried, but I was brave. I got a Cookie Monster sticker. He's a boy, but I still like him."
Then she pauses.
"Actually, I like cookies."
Two years old and she already knows her priorities.