Yesterday B asked for a fishing pole. She has pretending with all sorts of things. Sticks in the yard, a broken towel bar, whatever. Today, my husband bought her one at Target. He had planned on going to Dick's and buying a little real one, but we were at Target, well, location, location, location. It's a Disney Princess pole, so even though I don't like branded items, at least it's girly. B is a little tomboy. She insisted Mike opened it as soon as we arrived home. They played with it for at least an hour. She put the rainboots on herself. Appropriate for a fisherman, no?