In my last post I talked about why my husband often fails to do basic housework tasks and why I end up doing much more than my biology dictates.

To give me a break from thinking about it, I decided to pop to my local supermarket and buy a toy or two for my little boy.

I am pretty skint at the moment, so the “pocket money toys” really appealed.

Imagine my surprise when for just three quid I found the perfect toy for him. He loves doing what the big people in his life do, just like all young children, and I saw a dustpan and brush set which firstly he would love and secondly it would stop him using the adult broom like a lance heading dangerously in the direction of the television.

Unfortunately, it was bright pink and in a box marked “the little princess playset”.

Now obviously, I bought it for him.

But I thought, how many Mums are actually going to buy these for their sons, no matter how much they might enjoy cleaning up like the grown ups? How many Mums are rather going to walk on by until they get to the cars and trucks and other “boy” toys?

I’m not saying there’s anything inherently wrong with cars and trucks. My little boy is also obsessed with pickup trucks and will not let me on the computer for very long before he comes up to me and informs me in no uncertain he wants to look at pictures of pickup trucks.

But when they’re the only type of toys we buy for boys, they miss out on essential role play (which children love) and also they’re told their role is to sit around and play while the women work. That housework is only fun if you’re a girl. And it looks like often this pattern continues into adulthood.

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