The world is convinced that Lucy is a boy. Everyday I receive compliments about "what a handsome little boy" I have. I am not offended by this. It's hard to distinguish whether babies are boys or girls. I am just really baffled. I have never had a stranger tell me that Lucy is a pretty little girl. Yesterday I engaged in a conversation for a few minutes with two women gawking over how "handsome and adorable he is!" I was surprised by the error because Lucy was dressed in a onesie with small purple hearts printing on it, with detailing on the collar (The Gap knows how to jazz up a simple onesie with elegant collar detailing). I was barely able to concentrate on the conversation with the gals because I was trying so hard to figure out what it is about Lucy that make everyone think she is a boy. I never correct incorrect pronoun choice because I figure there is no point and I am not really sure how to correct something like that without making things awkward. Well, in this scenario I probably should have corrected the gawking gals because it go real awkward real fast when I was asked what his name was. I should have said, "Her name is Lucy." Instead I just simply said, "Lucy." The gawking gals froze. I could tell they were trying to process what I had said. I watched the thoughts fly through their mind. Did she really name her son Lucy? Then things because to click for one of the gals and she hesitantly asked, "Oh, is this a girl?" My reply was the simple reply I give everyone after they realize that Lucy is not a boy, "Yes, she is a girl." The immediate response to learning that Lucy is in fact a girl is oddly always the same, "Oh, I just didn't see any pink."
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| For a while I thought the brown cardigan was throwing folks off, but the cardigan is brown - that is not a "boy color" in my mind - and the cardigan has puffy sleeves. |
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| So many times folks compliment Grayson on having a "cute little brother." |
