B has great plans for his future. Right now, when he grows up he wants to be
A teacher… And a daddy.
He talks constantly about saving his baby things for when he’s a grown up, because he “might have a daughter some day.” (It’s always a daughter.) He was telling me the other day about his plans for his grown up life, when he will have a kid, and maybe a wife.
“Or a husband,” I said
“Mommy,” he replied, looking at me as if I were a complete idiot, “I am going to be the husband.”
This is usually my cue to remind him that some boys grow up to fall in love with girls, but other boys grow up to fall in love with other boys, and that either one is wonderful. (I credit Dan Savage for that bit of wisdom. Yes, that Dan Savage.) To which he usually replies, dismissively, “Mommy, I already know that.”
This time I didn’t, and I worried to Mr that maybe I should have, that maybe I wasn’t setting a good example, and maybe he was going to grow up to be a bigot, or maybe…
“Maybe,” said my husband patiently, “Maybe he’s straight.” Oh, right. That’s a possibility.
But he is still wonderful.