My Poor Father

Well, my poor father tried. He worked very hard when I was little to expose me to stereotypically "boy" toys and activities. He gave me toy cars, built me wooden road signs for them, gave me my own little red toolbox, and many other things like that. He was more than willing to spend hours building and creating things with me. Yet despite his best efforts, I was never interested in building things with my Legos. I used them as houses for my little toy bears.

This one's for you, Dad! If you look closely, you can see the very same little bears.

(By the way, Dad adapted wonderfully to being the father of a girl with very little interest in boy stuff. He can play bears and Barbies with the best of them, and is an expert at un-knotting necklaces and getting tangles out of long hair.)