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(Another) Apology

September 24, 2007

Dear Ella:

Remember yesterday when your dad spent so much time staring at that rack of footie pajamas? The ones with the big sign over them saying “Infant Girls and Toddlers”? Well, I guess I should have paused a little longer, because those were boy PJs. Daddy didn’t know that dinosaurs and the color green were reserved for boys, and he’s very sorry.

I don’t think the man at the tire store this morning noticed (or maybe he thought you were a boy…), but the nice lady at the Hispanic Kabob restaurant thought you were a boy, for sure. I told her that I’d picked the wrong pajamas, and she smiled at me with the kindest, most pitiful smile. Anyway, that plantanos y tamale sure was fun to eat in the stroller, wasn’t it? I just hope all of those people in all of those cars didn’t assign you the wrong gender.

What’s even worse is that this blunder is way bigger than just one day. Now, the whole trajectory of your life and gender identification will be completely out of whack. First, you’ll be interested in dinosaurs, then paleontology, then science, then math. You’ll be a social outcast, and it’s all my fault.

I guess we can both be glad that I knew enough to not buy the pajamas with baseballs on them, right?

Chagrined,
Your Dad

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3 Responses to “(Another) Apology”

  1. Mike Croghan says:

    Also: Hispanic Kabob? Sounds most yummy.

  2. Mike Croghan says:

    When my brother was a toddler, he had lush, curly red hair, and my Mom kept it cut long because she was so very fond of it. People were *constantly* mistaking him for a little girl. Since he’s been old enough to have a choice, I don’t think he’s ever had hair more than an inch or two long.

    I’m so glad Mom loved me more than him. ;-)

    I’m also glad Sean doesn’t read my friends’ blogs, ’cause these days he’s more than big enough to kick my ass. :-D

  3. kate says:

    Isn’t it funny how that’s such a big deal to us parents! And I know you had to have felt the pain — regardless of that telltale pink or purple outfit she was no doubt constantly wearing — of people thinking she was a boy because she didn’t have much hair once upon a time.
    bah.

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