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I work as a nanny during the day, taking care of two girls so I'm always curious as to how people raise their children and at what point in childhood development, gender distinctions start to set in. This would help to explain my preoccupation with a blog called DadTalk, in which a father talks about all the joys of parenting, or rather his observations, as non-illuminating as they are at times.

In today's post, a father talks about his younger daughter's insistence on playing with hairbrushes, make-up, and strollers over her older brother's Tonka trucks. He tries to convince everyone, himself included, that this transformation of his daughter discovering her JAPiness is simply cute. But read between the lines.

While I’m fine with Lael playing with dump trucks, cars and trains, it also is clear that Lael wants to play with hairbrushes, makeup and clothes.

How can we be sure? Oh, there are clues – such as my little girl raiding my wife’s purse for lip pencils and then smearing them all over her face. As we become more proficient hiding Anne’s purse, Lael resorts to using ink pens on her face, which ARE NOT EASY TO GET OFF.

Another clue that Lael wants girl toys? Well, she runs anything through her hair: A brush, comb, book, cheese and then poses with a smile that says, “Look at how beautiful I am.” That HAS to be a genetic trait because she certainly has not seen it on TV.

Yikes, dad. Sounds like mom is spending a bit too much time at Bergdorf's and the nanny might need a raise.

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