I think my daughter is conflicted.
Torn between two worlds.
Torn bewtween the world where she was thrust at birth.
A world of noises, motors, wheels, spit, and dirt.
A world of snakes, snails, and puppy-dog tails.
A boy's world.
And...
A world from her mamma's dreams.
A world of tea parties, dollies, and dresses galore.
A world of sugar and spice and everything nice.
A girl's world.
Poor child.
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