I’m visiting my brother and his wife and their daughter and son. She’s four.

She wants to play with her Lincoln logs. After I help her build a house with them, she knocks it down and goes for a more horizontal structure, and lays them all out flat, to make a dance floor. Then she dresses up her beanbag frog and hops him around on it in time to her music box. You’d almost think that gender wasn’t an artificial social construct…