I saw the cutest mixed-race baby at the local discount store the other day. I saw the baby in the back of the store and didn’t have a chance to speak. As we were leaving, I saw the cutie pie again. I had spied a pair of stud earrings on the little tot, so I was sure the baby was a girl.
How old is she? I asked.
“It’s a boy,” his parents said.
“You’re showing your age,” Ken said, keeping the moment light.
The baby had earrings much like the ones I had purchased for Simone and Nadia when they were infants. They looked like tiny diamonds, and he had them in both ears. Did I mention he is 11 months old? I checked his father for earrings. He did not have any.
Ken was right. I was showing my age. I’ve seen men wearing earrings, but I’ve never seen a baby boy wearing them. Well, until now. I shouldn’t go around asking without knowing the gender of the baby. From now on I’ll say, “How old is your baby?” That should keep me out of trouble.
I should have known better. I’ve seen reports of My Princess Boy, a book about a little boy who loves to dress up in clothes many of us would associate with girls. I also have read about the Canadian parents who are keeping their child’s gender a secret.
Please tell me I am not the only one who has made this mistake. I promise I won’t do it again.