I really wanted to believe that there is no difference between girls and boys.
I offer trucks to my daughter and baby dolls to my sons.
And things seem to be fine.
But the boys never did anything like this:
My favorite high-heeled pumps were missing on Erev Shabbat. I was rushing to get out the door and I knew that the last time they were in my sight was a few days earlier, on Yael's little feet. A purse was slung over her shoulder and she had said "bye! I'm off to work!"
I asked the little girl where the shoes were and she said "I no know!"
No time to look.
Shabbat morning, I have a plan to find the shoes. I take the young lady into the bedrooms and ask her in each one "where are Ima's shoes?"
Nada. Zilch. She thinks it's hilarious.
A brain flash - I open the oven door of the play kitchen.
Neatly arranged...you guessed it...the shoes.
She starts laughing with glee..."I put shoes in the oven!"
The boys never did anything like this.
I'm not even sure what to make of it.
But I have my shoes back and I'm hiding them from her.
Haveil Havalim is up over here.
P.S. If I'm quiet for a little while it's just my annual pre-High-Holiday-trying-to-take-a-break-from-the-blog-but-instead-using-it-to-procrastinate....