I have two girls that couldn't be more different from each other: One has grown up loving mud, bugs, mice, zombies, mud, wearing pants, bare feet, and mud, ... while the other loves, princesses, huge hugs, dancing, dresses, princesses, dolls, make-up, and princesses.
And you know what... I love them both and hope they never, ever change.
What do you do when you find a mutant carrot?
You make it into a lovely little doll for your younger daughter to play with until it's head won't stay and arms begin to fall off, then you give it to your older daughter who loves to play with zombies. There, everyone is happy. :)