Boys v. Girls

From something like the beginning we've naturally sorted into mixed doubles for most things (reading, going for bagels, etc.). We're also fairly sensitive about not reinforcing traditional gender roles and their expectations, which is made easier by my not being a True Man's Man and by my wife not being a Girly Girl. This past weekend, though, The Boy and I made a testosterone pack and went to the New York International Auto Show. It was fantastic — it's hard to be raised in the rural Midwest without acquiring a deep fascination with cars — and The Boy enjoyed it tremendously. He took his camera and snapped shots of his own, snagged posters and promo books and bags. And he's big enough that we went without a stroller of any sort (and I'm old enough that I was a little sore the next day). We walked the 3/4 of a mile to the subway, and transferred to the crosstown bus at Times Square after a respectable wait in the cold. We saw nearly everything to be seen at the show, which, according to the web, amounts to over 1000 cars, trucks, and SUVs. He and I smiled through all of it.

Okay, so here are a few pics from our Boys Day Out (don't forget to notice his car shirt and car necklace, by the way):



The girls had some time together, too, and they spent it, sharply dressed entirely in black, at the Children's Museum of Manhattan. Afterwards, my lovely wife tells me that Q quickly worked a large, New York-sized pepperoni slice down to a half moon of crust.

A few pics from their adventure:



Next up for us guys? March Madness, baby!