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?