Who cares how many words it is...good story! (Well, I don't. It's not my challenge.) I was born long enough ago that I remember that there was boy stuff and girl stuff, and one neighbor lectured my mother for letting me wear my brother's hand-me-downs and allowing me to play with his toys. Well, he had all the good stuff...trains, building blocks, cowboys and horses. I didn't want to be stuck with the baby dolls that wet their pants. Good job!! I thoroughly enjoyed it.