Okay...I admit that in spite of my occasional tomboyish posturing, I am a girly-girl at heart. I love pink. I love stuffed animals and skirts that twirl and hair ribbons.
I do not like snakes. But I do love my boys. So when we discovered that our property is the happy home to the harmless garter snake, I had a conflict of emotions. On the one hand, it's a snake. On the other hand, it is quite pretty in a natural sort of way and I firmly believe that a boy aught to be able to handle one without screaming. (Girls should as well but I don't feel quite as strongly about that one)
Anyway, we tormented the snake for 1/2 an hour by "almost" touching it. I put on a great show of bravery and insisted that everyone touch the snake. I instructed them in the proper way to pick up a snake (from the internet, not personal experience) and encouraged them to give it a try. In the end, only one of them picked it up (after I bribed him with a lollipop) and promptly dropped it.
After expressing my regret that no one dared to do this simple and harmless thing, I received a well-timed suggestion from a darling and perceptive child:
"Mommy, YOU pick it up!" My cover was blown. I am still a girly-girl and I still have yet to pick up a snake.