I put her in her brother’s clothes but still she wants to be in the kitchen with me, wrapped up in my legs and apron strings. Maybe she wants to be close to Food or maybe she’s drawn to the warmth of a pre-heating oven. I wonder how much she actually likes to squish dolls vs how we give her dolls to squish, more frequently. I pop a piece of strawberry in her mouth so I can finish dinner, and ponder gender. She likes to be held more than he ever did. Even in his pants, she is my girl.