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buy cialis with priligy Certainly no disrespect to Tinkerbell, or to face painters everywhere. I imagine there are parents who take exception to their child being painted as something that was outside their own expectation of gender. Which is sad. Because it’s paint and it’s harmless fun, but I suppose it’s one of those ‘better to be safe than sorry’ scenarios.
buy modafinil nyc I know this isn’t a “boy problem”. Mums and Dads of girls that like things that society and consumerism have christened as “boys’ things” – dinosaurs, superheroes, cars, trucks, trains – must encounter the same obstacles when looking for gifts.
M has just turned three, so he’s still too young to see things in ‘pink or blue’ dichotomies. He just loves what he loves, and I love how much joy and imagination that his “catties” stir in him. But I know this won’t last forever. He’s already started to pick up cues from his older brother (who made it to this year at primary school before declaring “Frozen is a girls’ movie” despite belting out “Let it Go” with bravado at any opportunity just a week prior). Who knows whether this will be a life long love, or perhaps next week he’ll be all about diggers, or monsters or goodness knows what else.
But for now, it’s the year of the cat.