Yesterday, standing by the customer service kiosk at Harris Teeter, Andrew and I were picking out a balloon for Clyde when a guy walked over with his son. He asked him what color balloon he wanted, to which the little guy replied "I want the pink one!"
Andrew looked straight at the guy waiting for a response. This, afterall, was a common enough test of dad strength. Should he say no and guide his son to more manly hue- blue, for example. Or liberate himself from gender classification of color and let his boy have the pink balloon.
"Nah, you don't want pink, what about another color?"
We stood there, unsure of what to do. Little did he know we were ok with pink. We plan on having Clyde play with a doll when he's older. A man doll, Andrew likes to point out.
Its now or never, stranger dad. Its OK for boys to like every color. It doesn't mean he'll grow up gay and if he does what is this dad going to do, stop loving him? No, that's ridiculous. Everyone has the right to love the color pink.
"Ok, pink it is, lets go home."
Sunday, January 11
Posted by salem at Sunday, January 11, 2009