Last night the boy and I went shopping for some personal items (diapers and butt wipes - you know, the stuff we don't want little girls to know about). While at the store, I saw a POOF football and bought it for him. He'd gotten one for Christmas, but it was lost in my parents' house before we left. The boy is, after all, surrounded by pink and Barbie paraphernalia and purses. I almost cheer when he picks up a plastic bat and starts beating his siblings, or me, or the TV - it just seems a relief is all I'm saying. Anyway, this morning the football is lying on the floor, unloved, and the boy is sitting quietly in the living room with his blanket watching Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus with the yellow-haired child. I know, I know, I ought to count my blessings. At least this Barbie movie has swords and griffins and trolls and magic (though it's all still ver pink).