On Friday I went to pick up a Birthday present for our friend Michelle’s daughter. Little Raven was turning three so it was fun to go shop in the toy department. Not that I‘m not there on a regular bases buying DC action figures. (They’re action figures, damn it!)
Fuzzy came home as I had a toy vacuum cleaner on the dinning room table getting ready to be wrapped.
“You got her a vacuum cleaner? Doesn’t that reinforce feminine stereotypes and a woman’s role in society?” Fuzzy questioned.
“It’s never to early for her gay uncles to build life lessons, like the number one rule in life, the best thing to have in this world is a named-brand vacuum.”
Fuzzy rolled his eyes and turned towards the kitchen.
Taken aback that he didn’t agree with my take on fostering the youth in our lives, I continued, “When I was a three year old girl, I would loved a play upright vacuum cleaner.”
Fuzzy turned his head. “Don’t you mean IF you were a three year old girl?”
“Crap.” I quietly continued to wrap the damn present.