This past weekend, I was sitting at the little table with the girls with the playdough out. I was rolling out a large piece of purple for no real reason other than to keep my hands busy, when Madeline passed me a smallish green plastic gingerbread person cookie cutter. "Could you make me a gingerbread girl, Mom?" she asked.
"Why do think this one makes a girl?" I asked, absentmindedly.
Madeline rolled her eyes and sighed. "She's wearing a dress."
"Ah," I said, pressing the cookie cutter into a flattened blob of purple dough."Well, sometimes men wear dresses, too." Now Madeline's eyes are wide. "Especially in Thailand," I continued. "Many of the pretty ladies we saw there were really Ladyboys."
I passed her a purple playdough figure. "Here's your Gingerbread Ladyboy!" I'm not sure if she believed me, but isn't playdough more fun when it comes with lessons in cultural awareness?