Our wee grandson boy is two next month and the planning is under way. Last week I took delivery of one of our pressies – a wooden doll’s house. He always plays with one of these at a friend’s house and also at nursery, so it feels like a good choice. Of course, there’s the inevitable sexist twaddle to content with, ‘a delight for any little girl’ it says on the ad, but we’re made of stern stuff and will not be bullied into gender-stereotyped compliance! Of course, it could all go belly up if he eschews our present in favour of a ‘real little boy’ toy. That would be an embarrassing moment for his granny (me, in case you hadn’t realised) who is forever banging on about this particular issue.
Anyway, it arrived as a flat-pack and yesterday I had much fun assembling it. There is lots of furniture but no people so a friend has offered to get a set of little dolls to make it complete. Dolls? Lawks a mercy! Presumably, him being a boy and all, he’ll shoot them out of the end of a spud gun.
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