Boys will be boys . . . or girls apparently.
My little Bear is definitely a boy Bear, I just want to make that clear. I don’t know if I have been as clear as I could be so that those reading my blog who don’t personally know me know that my Bear is a BOY.
I feel this need to clarify the situation because I have had that many people come up and ask what her name is and comment “doesn’t she have beautiful eyes”, “what beautiful hair” etc
Today in the play park for example, a woman said to her son who was about to kick my Bear in the face, “hey hey, watch out for the little girl”, now, while I appreciated the attempt at discipline, I did wonder if it packed quite the same punch when the child had no idea who his mother was talking about.
I really don’t get it, it is not as if I dress him in ambiguous clothing, today he had jeans and a sweatshirt that had ‘Boys will be boys’ emblazoned across the front of it. I mean how more obvious can you get?
I went to my Gymbaroo class (the same as Gymbaree except its roo because its Australian). Anyway, one of the dads came up to me and said “I think I have a picture of your daughter with my son taken the other day in the park”.
“I can guarantee you that you haven’t mate” I thought, but on and on he persisted,
“yes definitely, they were on the slide together, oh hang on its on my phone”, out comes the phone and he scrolls through to show me the picture. At this point I was certain in the knowledge that he would look at the photo realise his error, offer apologies and scoot off, but no,
“here, here it is, see there she is”, he said. He shoved the phone at me to look at, and I actually looked at it, I don’t know why, but I sort of needed to see if this man had issues with his sight. But sure enough there was his beloved son and an albeit very pretty young blonde girl in a dress.
“No No” I said, a bit more firmly,
“shes not mine, hes mine, pointing to Oliver. Still he didnt get it,
oh they look so much alike”, he continued to dig his hole. Don’t they? He seemed to be ignoring or too stupid to recognise the large white elephant in the room,
. . . . . that one was a girl and one was a boy!
Also did I mention in Gymbaroos they make the kids wear little vests (like a netball vest) which have their name on. So all the while this dad is telling me he is sure his son was with my ‘daughter’ in a photo, he had the name OLIVER emblazoned across his chest.
Forgive me if I am wrong, but Oliver is pretty unambiguous as a name, isn’t it, it can’t be a girls name. If he was called Sasha, Alex, Maxwell? (the jurys still out on that as girls name for me Jessica Simpson – sorry) etc I may be more inclined to understand but really Oliver. Are you actually that stupid!
I guess it must be time to get his little curly blonde locks cut again. *sad face*