It’s fair to say that WallyBubba is now unmistakably a girl.
I don’t meant to say that there has ever been any doubt on my part, but when she was tiny, in neutral baby-grows sat in a black buggy, I can accept that I wasn’t exactly spelling it out.
That’s not to say I didn’t get pissed off when people asked how old ‘HE’ was… but hey – that was probably just the hormones and broken fanny making me angry.
Now – it’s a different story. Everything she wears is distinctly girly. Dresses, skirts, bows, flowers, butterflies, pink, pink, pink… there’s NO mistaking.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t thoroughly enjoy having the following conversation with strangers at every available opportunity though…
‘Your little girl – she’s so cute.’
‘What do you mean girl?’
‘Oh sorry… umm…’ (confused face)
Then I laugh
I immediately stop laughing and frown
They stop laughing and panic
I laugh again
I stop laughing abruptly,
|WallyBubba as a ‘girl’.|
That's just mean! 😀Reply
But funny. So it's fine 😉Reply
My wee man had lot and lots of hair with curls…he was always mistaken for a girl. Can you imagine if I dressed him in pink? Lol.Reply
lol – you should have done it.. I love messing with people :))) tee heeReply
I'm trying that conversation out next time I get that! I might throw in randomly sitting down mid chat as well. You do make me chuckle. This is good.
Just Pirouette and Carry On…
do it! Guaranteed to work or your money back 😉 ha xxReply
Ha ha! That's funny! 🙂Reply
lol x x thank you :))) xReply
Hormones & broken fanny making me angry haha! especially gota love that part 🙂 XxReply
lol x thanks for the comment 😉 xxxReply