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’.|