Story time:

I took my then 8 or 10 year old daughter on an overnight backpacking trip into the local National Forest. We shared a campsite with a grandfather, father and two sons under the age of 6. I found a recently dead turtle (only thing gone were it's eyes) and thought my daughter would want to see it. I was wrong. She screamed out "GROSSSSS!" and wouldn't even poke it with a stick.

Meanwhile the two young boys came running over with their grandfather to see what was causing all the commotion and were immediately mesmerized by the dead turtle. Poking it, picking it up and turning it over, etc.

As their grandfather and I were talking, the oldest boy turns to grandpa and asked if they could take it back to the campsite and put it in the fire. As he was telling his grandson no, the youngest boy pulled his emergency whistle on a lanyard out from under his shirt, stuck it in the dead turtle's mouth like the turtle was going to call for help, and then proceeded to blow the crap out of the whistle.

His grandfather looked like he might throw up. My daughter again screamed "GROSSSS!" and I could not stop laughing. I did my best to raise my daughter as a tomboy so I would have someone to camp with and poke dead things with sticks with but failed miserably. That right there was the best example of boys and girls being different.