Remember all my bravado about what a character-builder it was for Jack to be riding around town in a used girls' bike. (see post)
That didn't go so well when his father heard that a bunch of boys at the park had made fun of Jack and his purple pedals. No amount of spray painting could disguise the fact that Jack's ride was originally designed for the softer sex.
In a moment of weakness (and courtesy of a going-out-of-business sale at a nearby Kmart), my husband talked me into this:
I am not proud that I have given into a bunch of schoolyard bullies who should be taught that picking on people is wrong. Yet perhaps on rare occasion, I should try to accept the normal social conventions of the times.
But don't think for a second that I'll be giving up my laminating addiction. Or the Little People. Or playing Broadway musicals in the minivan for a bunch of 5-8 year old boys.
That stuff is gold.