Once upon a time I dreamed of having an independent minded girl, raising her to play baseball and soccer, wear any color she likes, (not just pink) and have our house be the "hang out" house in the neighborhood. You know, the one where all the kids running around the streets come in for snacks, create chaos, sleepovers, etc. 
     Fast forward to her two year old birthday party, where I excitedly watch her open her red glitter shoes, loving her reaction as she squeals in glee. My sister in law bursting into laughter, saying " I can't believe you of all people bought those for her!"