I’ll be the first to admit it’s sometimes difficult to tell a baby’s gender. Since we didn’t find out what we were having Carson was dressed in a palette of green and yellow for the first six months of his life. I got used to strangers sometimes mistaking him for a girl and didn’t take any offence.
Now I confess I seek out cute and unique articles of clothing for him, some that may fall on the side of sassy. And while J has given me grief for the Baby Legs (they’re for boys too and very practical for crawling on hardwoods), it’s not like I dress him in ruffles and lace. It’s just that there are so many adorable clothes out there for girls and not always a wide selection for boys that don’t include cheesy ironed on graphics of trucks and balls. The kid’s got more individual style than that.
It’s been a while since Carson was mistaken for a girl, but the other day I was at the grocery and the woman behind me in line commented on what beautiful curls my daughter had. I thanked her and mentioned that I hoped his hair stays curly for awhile. She didn’t pick up on the hint and proceeded to tell me how she’ll grow up to break all the boys’ hearts. I just smiled – I was leaving and there was no point in correcting her. As Carson waved bye-bye she noticed his shirt proudly spelling out his correct gender in sparkly sassified letters.
“Oh, I mean…your son’s so pretty.”