Guys, do you think Daniel looks like a girl?
Two people, TWO… came up to me and asked how old my daughter was. Wanted to pull their hair really hard, but I decided a polite smile was enough. Plus, they probably could hear my racing heartbeat and boiling blood.
A girl! Sheesh man.
He wore this today.
A blue sweater (with a very scary tiger on it, it’s very manly), black track pants, and navy blue shoes.
WHERE DO YOU SEE THE PINK AND BRAIDS AND BOWS AND LONG HAIR?!
In the cab on the way home, the cab driver looked back and said “Oh my, your baby is so cute. Is it a boy or a girl?”
The polite smile came out as a reflex. “A boy,” I said through gritted teeth.
He laughed and said, “Oh! He looks like a girl!”
*jaw drops to floor*
So. Rude. You look like a girl, you!
At home as I took off Daniel’s shoes and socks, I said to him, “I’m shaving you bald tomorrow, Daniel.”