When Archer was a newborn baby, he was often confused as being a girl. I didn't care. I refused to subscribe to the common powder-blue "it's a boy!" newborn attire. He wore pink sometimes and the occasional ladybug onesie (it was cute, okay?) and was thus commonly referred to as "a sweet little girl."
Half the time I went along with it. Because who the hell cares? They all look like girls at that age. Or boys. Same diff, right?
"She's adorable! What's her name?"
"Bob."
"Is Bob short for something, or..."
"Nope. Just Bob."
But when yesterday a woman told her binky-stealing daughter to "leave the little girl alone and please give her back her pacifier," and was referring to Archer as said "little girl" I got pissed. Because DUH! Does this child look like a girl to you? (Hint: "Hell no!")
Unfortunately, for once in my camera-happy-to-the-point-of-complete-annoyance-to-everyone-around-me, I did not take a single photo of Archer yesterday. (He was wearing a t-shirt with a metal-guitar-dude, camo pants and a beanie that said "I'M A FRIGGIN BOY YOU IDIOT!" Seriously.)
I know how stupid this probably sounds, especially after my very serious post below, but to my credit, I said nothing. Instead I nodded sweetly to the blind lady and her "annoying little boy" and walked away.
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