In the fall of 2009, we welcomed a beautiful redheaded baby girl into our family. We swaddled her in pink and lace, bought baby dolls we expected her to play with soon. But Lola had other plans. Lola had no interest in dolls, instead gravitating toward trucks, cars and dinosaurs. In stores, she would ignore the girls section and go right to the boys. “I want these, Mommy!” she would say, pointing to the blue Vans with airplanes on them, and the dark blue or red flannel shirts. We were open, so we indulged Lola with typical toys for boys. But I started to wonder, and gently ask. Was this a phase or part of my daughter’s true identity?