Daisy has about 45 pairs of socks at any one given time (& 17 singletons) so like a good re-cycler I've always passed them down to the boys. I do weed out the pink & frilly ones or otherwise they'd be wise to my game a long time ago. But hearts, butterflies, they ok. There was a small bit of guilt when they'd toddle off to kindergarten in their navy blue socks with red ladybugs. But mostly I felt pure unabashed pride & love at their sweet innocence.
Ben was sporting a nice mint green pair the other day, plain except for a word along the bottom. As he sat at the edge of his bed & ripped them off, he suddenly stopped & stared at the letters. "Mommy, what does this say?" "That? Um, that says...Barbie." "MOMMY! These are GIRLS socks!". He then told on me to Jack & each day since they have painstakingly perused their socks for any signs of femininity. So much for gender neutrality. And now I have to go buy new socks.
I took an extra strength Midol & now have to either pass out or barf. Toodles!