Yea, I agree with Traci.
My cousin painted his daughters room pink, her comforter and bed spread is pink, even her little TV is a specially ordered pink. She's known in the family as "girly" ever since she insisted on wearing a tutu during Christmas (a pink tutu, surprise surprise).
The only thing my parents sat me down for was when they gave the ole' "The Birds and the Bees" talk, you know. In some ways I fit into the stereotypical boy. I played with Legos a lot, I liked building model cars and ships, Dad built us a tree house to play outside in, and I built a big, toy train set from leftover lumber. In other ways I didn't fit the boy stereotype. I remember that I found my sister's doll house interesting and sometimes played with it (she had made up the rooms all wrong or something
. I tried on my Mom's church shoes once -- back when women wore high-heels -- and thought they were stupid. They hurt and made you fall; I thought that was just stupid. Hehe.
There were probably other gender-bending things from my childhood that I don't remember, but Mom and Dad never sat me down probably cause I didn't come right out and wear girls clothes or something...