I adore having daughters in every respect but one: we have drastically different tastes in toys. When Zoe was born almost 11 years ago, I truly believed I would raise her with no gender bias. So I tried to give my precious daughter, and later her unparalleled sisters Ella and baby Clementine, the kinds of things I enjoyed as a lad--plastic dinosaurs, soldiers, guns that shoot real projectiles, and of course anything that involves a remote control. In other words, the fun stuff.
But it never really worked. I'll never forget the look my girls gave me when I proudly presented...
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