Ok, so this past weekend we went to a gun show up in Santa Barbara and Helen was being carried around in the baby bjorn by Tom. It was Valentine's Day so I dressed Helen in a Valentine's outift which consisted of a pink sweat suit with white hearts all over the jacket and the pants. While Tom and I were walking around looking at the various tables, this older man says to Tom what a strapping young boy you have strapped to your chest.
I guess little boys are now wearing pink sweat suits with white hearts all over them.
If we had wanted people to think our beautiful daughter was a boy, I would have dressed her in blue.
I don't get older men, who can't tell the difference between the color pink and the color blue. The reason I say this, is only the day before the same thing happened to me at the car dealership where I was getting my oil. Not only was Helen wearing a pink jacket, but she was also wearing a dress, and still called a boy. I guess we will have to permanently mark her with I'm a girl dammit.
