Boy. Last Time I Looked.
I spend the better part of Saturday afternoon with The Boy at a nearby playground. It took us almost four weeks in our new neighbourhood before we finally found one that accommodates infants. For a family neighbourhood, there is a dearth of kids playgrounds around us. In our old 'hood there seemed to be a decent playground every few blocks, here the closest one is a good 40-minute walk away.
Anyways, it was a beautiful day so I slathered on the sunscreen, put The Boy in some cool summer togs, tied a hat to his head and away we went. He had a great time playing on the equipment and interacting with the other kids, and it gave me a chance to meet some local parents as well. Naturally the small talk centers around the kids. What really caught me off-guard was that more than once someone would ask, "So, how old is she?"
SHE? Clearly can't you see he's a HE?
The first time I attributed the question as an honest mistake, but after the fourth time I began to question how I dressed him. I took a couple steps back and looked at him again.
- Runners - boyish.
- Blue shorts - boyish.
- Faded red tank top that looks pink - okay so maybe that's where I went wrong.