Just Call Me Tom

After a mighty good tantrum, she agreed to wear the above outfit. I made the most of it and took a photo.
Okay, so I've got this daughter. She's three, has a killer front fringe and is a die hard tom boy.

She won't wear girls clothing, won't let me brush her hair and insists on being called 'Tom'. For real.

TOM?!

If I refer to her by her given name she promptly and sternly reminds me that she's 'Tom' and I am to address her as such. In an attempt to feminise her new found identity I've been calling her Tom-Pudding, Tom-Pie, Tommy-Cake and so on.

She's not into it.

'I'm Tom Mum, just Tom'.