On Raising Feminists

So there I was, minding my own business in the Bass Pro Shops candy section, trying to decide whether to buy a bag of cherry slices or toffee peanuts, when our two youngest daughters came running at me down the aisle.

“Dad, come see this! You have to see this! It’s an outrage!”

Now, let the reader understand that sometimes my children can be, well, a bit melodramatic. But when I glanced over their shoulder and saw my wife Amy nodding at me, I knew I had to follow them.

So they marched me over to the toy section, to a revolving kiosk full of miniature tin sheriff badges. Like those license plates you can buy at curio shops, these badges had a variety of names printed on them.

Now, can you guess what sparked the outrage? I’ll let the girls tell you:

Grace: “DAD, THESE ARE ALL BOYS NAMES!”

Lily: “YEAH, GIRLS CAN BE SHERIFFS TOO!”

Both: “THIS IS SO DUMB!”

Have I mentioned that I’m raising feminists?!? Now it wasn’t strictly true that there were no girls names on the license plates. We found two:

“Princess” and “#1 Cowgirl.”

Needless to say, our girls were not impressed: