Update

I rolled through a stop sign on the way to school...

"You're supposed to stop, Mommy."

E has been wearing a backwards hat to basketball because "basketball players don't wear barrettes."

Upon putting her hat on en route to basketball:
E:  Oh man, I still look like a girl because of my long hair and girl eyes.
Mom:  Is that a problem?
E:  Yes, I want to look like a boy, but be a girl.
Mom:  Why?
E:  So I can play for the Bulls when I grow up.  They won't let me play if they know I'm a girl.

E took the initiative to help pack her own lunch one morning:


"Why do you get to wear hats and fancy scarves to work?  I don't get to wear those things to school."

Finally, E and I have matching shoes for the tennis season ahead.  I have often had to carry her when outside such that her shoes stay clean.