At the end of the year, his preschool puts on a concert. The girls are brilliant in tulle and glitter and sequined barrettes. He is wearing a polo shirt and cargo shorts. I point to where the girls are showing off their dresses to each other, twirling their skirts. I would have loved those dresses at three. I would have loved to buy them for my daughter. I say, “Do you think you would ever want a dress like that?”
“No,” he says. “And I don’t want you to ask me that ever again.”
So I don’t.
b33j: If we could choose clothes, and ornament based on what we liked, rather than as a signifier of a gender?
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