John ended up leaving Sarah at home the other day. We had talked a little about bringing her in, Matt and I desperately trying to avoid anything that smelled like, "Well, we don't want kids to think you're weird, which you're not." He must have picked up on our ambivalence, which makes me feel guilty, relieved, disappointed, annoyed and horrible all at the same time, and ended up bringing a Matchbox-sized Hummer instead (I know, I know!).
Maia, of course, wanted to bring Khaki to day care that day. It was hard for John to see her walk out with Khaki in her arms. It was hard to see John watching her. "Well, I guess kids Maia's age just haven't learned how to tease yet," he said, a little ruefully.
While that just about broke my heart, I also found it interesting. To me, it implies that Maia would be a target for teasing if she were older. In his mind, perhaps children tease about dolls based on age, not gender. Maybe it's not a step forward. But at least with marching in place, you feel like there's some movement.