Having both a son and a daughter, I’m lucky enough to see the best (and worst) of both worlds. I think it’s fair to say that my daughter isn’t exctly a ‘girly’ girl. She’s not into ponies and pink and all that vomitous stuff; she’s more interested in Doctor Who, Skullduggery Pleasant and The Spook’s Apprentice. But, you know, she like clothes ‘n’ hair stuff and looking nice. She’s a girl. But boys? Well, they’re an entirely different species. My son is exactly what you’d expect. He likes fire engines, Ben 10, Spiderman, Power Rangers, Iron Man and pretending to shoot things. And any kind of bodily function is always a treat – particularly poo and farts. When I asked my 4 year old son what he did at school theother day he said, ‘Well, in morning breaktime, me and Cameron squashed flies, and in breaktime after lunch, me and Ben squashed a ladybird and all this yellow came out. I think it was yellow poo.’
Oh, and a cuddly bunny toy, isn’t a cuddly bunny toy at all, because if you hold its legs and point its ears at someone, its actually a ‘bunny gun’.