Little girls are cuter than little boys.
Not in an absolute sense. But in a fashion sense, an embrace-of-the-camera sense, a conscious-of-one’s-visual-presence sense, they definitely have it all over the boys.
As evidence, I humbly submit Exhibit A:
(a butterfly fairy).
And Exhibit B:
(a punk witch).
And Exhibit C:
(a ballerina wearing the glow-in-the-dark vampire teeth from her treat bag. Also a pedometer, which is a classroom requirement rather than an integral part of the costume.)
And here, for comparison, I offer Exhibit D:
(a Jedi whose mother has just spent the last forty-five seconds saying "Fisher. Come here. Look at me. Can I have a smile? No, a real smile. No, that’s not a real smile," etc.)
But that’s OK, ‘cuz if you can get them involved in something else, boys can actually take quite a nice picture too.
Whoo-wee! Whole lot of mummification goin’ on!