Overheard in the Home Depot line tonight:
"Oh look, Jenny," the irritatingly tall man says to his 2 year old pigtailed-in-pink daughter, "Another little girl. Wave to the little girl."
As she waves to the only little kid within a twelve mile radius. My little boy.
My little boy in DARK BLUE shorts.
Yes, he was wearing a yellow shirt that says I love Cheerios and his Dad calls those blue shorts his 'gay shorts' because they are pinstriped and a little bit metrosexual but, really, he only wants to dress him in RealTree and other camo-type outfits. . . . and. . . . whatever. He still looks like a little boy in blue and yellow.
He's a little boy. And besides being the prettiest little boy I've ever seen, he doesn't look like a little girl any more than Shiloh Jolie-Pitt looks like a little boy. (Ummmm. . . have you seen the latest pictures of her?! I guess I'm not helping prove my point here.)
I tried to grab a pic of the little man to show you how utterly un-girl-like he actually looks, but the little booger fell asleep before I could snap it.
So tomorrow is his FIRST HAIRCUT and while I am kinda (ok, really really) sad that he is a year old next week and it is first haircut time already. . . .
I am so freakin' elated that now people will stop thinking he's a little girl.