If there’s a camera, she’s looking. Smiling. Posing. He’ll avoid it.
If there’s a toy in hand, he’ll have a truck. Or a car. I can guarantee she’ll be a fairy.
He won’t wear shoes. She won’t leave the house without all her accessories in place.
If she wants to hold his hand, he’ll gladly oblige.
The graffiti on her side, the gentle nature on his.
My little opposites.
