Absolutely: shopping for little girls' clothes is far more engaging, in the US (although you do get a lot of red and pink). I think my son cares. He's 2 1/2, and has set ideas about what he wants to wear, most days. He also notices what we wear. "Papa" wears suits. All the suits in the world. Any suit out there belongs to his father. You all had better understand that right now. When I was a child, I remember what I couldn't have, and that I wasn't as well-dressed as some of the other kids. I was attached to a few items, of whom I mostly recall details: the zipper on an orange cardigan, the trim at the edge of my Russian dance costume, the hallucinating design of one of my pairs of pants. I was saved for a while: the company where my dad worked gave us, three years in a row, "des blouses", sort of long thin coats with cheerful prints, to wear on top of your clothes, to spare them. This was good. My most traumatic memory, at age 3, is when my parents bought me a pair of brown lace-up shoes. I told them they were boys' shoes. Pleaded and reasoned with them, almost lied when they asked if they hurt my big toe. Nothing doing. They were bought. Somehow, I got out of wearing them. Ever. Which seems pretty unbelievable, given how inflexible my parents were.