Girly Girl vs. Tom Boy

On which side of the fence will the E-Berry fall?

Girly Girl - She holds clothes up to herself and then looks down to see how they look. The classic female two-dimensional fitting technique. "Of course, everything looks good, I'm the E."

Tom Boy - She likes to wrestle her stuffed penguin and throw him around. She sits on his chest and mocks him. "Not so tough now are you, flipper boy." She has even mastered the one-arm noogie hold.

Girly Girl - Lives for lip balm, any kind, any flavor, prefers to self-apply all about her facial region. Lathers up like she is about to swim the English Channel. Would love a vat of whale blubber for her birthday if I could find one.

Tom Boy - Crams food danglers into her mouth with the back of her hand, sometimes even a shoulder. Someone claims this could only have been inherited from me.

Girly Girl - Goes berserk for perfume ads, smelling them and sometimes rubbing them on her face. Yesterday got one from Escada, which made her smell like the smell I imagine I would encounter within 4 feet of any sales associate at Forever 21, had I ever the reason to enter the store. Like she got to go through the processing equipment on the Jolly Rancher factory tour.

Tom Boy - Opens things with her teeth. Anything that appears to have a lid: Pringles, lotions, Diet Cokes. She calls her teeth, "God's pliers."

Girly Girl - If she is walking barefoot and steps on any size piece of fuzz, down to micron level, she will stop, sit, and lift her foot up to remove the objectionable item. She apparently wants our kitchen floor to be of medical clean room status.

Tom Boy - Likes to pee standing in the tub. And then continues about her normal business.

Right now this is too close to call. There is solid evidence on both sides of the argument. I am sure the defining moment will come, but until then I will continue to raise her bi-sexual.