On any given day, L can be found wearing a combination of blue, brown, grey, dinosaurs, and superheros.
He has no less than 2 matchbox cars tucked away somewhere on his person at all times and his face is smudged with dirt. He is constantly running, climbing, and blasting sound effects from spidey "web-slingas" to revving engines.
He is all boy.
I don't mind when people make an honest mistake and call him a girl. I know. His hair is long. It's confusing. I understand. We simply correct and move on. No hard feelings. Even L can take that.
I do mind when people won't let it go, insist that he must be a girl because his hair is that log, and then call over some third party and demand that they guess, and then triumphantly beam when the person says girl. "See?!" What happened to "Oops, my mistake"? Or even a non-committal, "Is that so?"
What especially bugs me is that for all the unwelcome advice and lectures I've been given from perfect strangers regarding his hair once they find out he's a boy, I have never once been told off for letting my so-called "daughter" dress and act like a boy beforehand. Not once!
People smile at the thought of a raggamuffin, rough-and-tumble little girl in her brother's hand-me-downs, I guess. As long as her hair meets their standard of length.
But a boy, who thinks like a boy and acts like a boy and dresses like a boy. With long hair? Unacceptable.
I'm sick of strangers telling me to cut his hair. I'm sick of the look we get when we kindly reply to compliments with, "Thank you, we think he is lovely, too." I'm sick of busybodies threatening to, "...just check and see, then."
I realize that we could cut his hair, but come on. It's glorious! Who could cut off those locks just to appease the lemonade lady or the mailman? We like it. He likes it.
Plus, we have! When we cut his hair last year, even with short hair and boyish clothes, people still called him a girl. He just has a sweet face, what can I say!?
But really? Does this look like a girl to you?