You are six years old, and although you spend a lot of time with your mother, your father is the one who is really close to you. Ever since your parents divorced, he's been your primary caretaker and has always been a sure point in your life. Carlos, your dad, is no ordinary dad

You went shopping one afternoon. As you entered the store, Carlos confidently led you to the children's department. She took one dress after another off the hanger and asked what you thought of each one. "Well, this?" she pointed to a shiny pink skirt. You just shook your head. "I don't like it."

Carlos sighed as if the weight of the whole world weighed down on him, as if he was looking through a thirtieth dress. He slapped his hand on his forehead and moaned somewhat melodramatically "Why didn't I have a son instead?"

You flinched and then looked at him suspiciously, but Carlos flashed you that quick signature smile he always used to defuse the situation. He pulled a yellow animal print dress off the shelf and held it towards you "And this? just look at it, bunny print!"