Not Girly... Most of the Time

While Enid was putting together a small Fantastic 4 puzzle this morning, I realized something. She doesn't really go for the girly stuff. She chose that puzzle from the Treasure Box at preschool, and on other occasions she chose a glow-in-the-dark spider and a matchbox-sized truck.

I'm so glad she'll crawl around and get grass stains and splash in mud puddles. The Ponyville kick is about the girliest she's been. Makes a mommy (like me) proud.