Is There Really a Difference?

Whichever psychologist said that there is no difference between boys and girls has never watched little boys and little girls play. Beka had received a snowman ice shaver for Christmas, and Nathan pulled it out wanting to crunch some ice cubes and make a snow cone. I was busy grinding the ice and every few cranks of the handle I would move the snowman and leave Nathan a small pile of ice. Pile by pile, he scooped them into his cup. As he worked to fill his second cup, his fingers got cold from touching the ice. He began looking for something other than his fingers to scoop the ice. Now if Sara had been looking for a scooper, she would have headed straight to the utensil drawer or to her mini cooking set to find what she needed. Where did Nathan go? Down to his trucks and cars to find his snow plow. Once he found it, he brought it up to the kitchen and used it to push the ice into his cup. The snow plow, toy that it was, plowed all the ice into his cup. Would've never thought of that!