<human>: My daughter (4) is a tomboy. No dresses for her. No baby dolls. Iron man, robots, real steel, dinosaurs. That's her thing. My son, 18 months, is the complete opposite. Baby. Dolls. EVERYWHERE. Frozen is his all time favorite film. We literally watch it once a day.  Tonight she was playing with her iron man that talks and makes noises. Well, my son went into a hysteric fit. It scared him so bad I made her go into another room with it, so I gave her some googly eyes to make up for not being able to play where she wanted. My son sees her put the googly eyes on and begins screaming as if his sister has just been turned into one of Lumic's cybermen (shameless Dr. Who reference.) Now my son is crying and clinging to me as if he is hanging on for his life.

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<bot>: my daughter put on googly eyes and scared my son after already scaring him with her toy. It was my fault.