I’ve never bothered to correct anyone who gets the gender of the baby wrong when they walk up to me in the grocery store. It doesn’t bother me when Alexandra is called a boy or when Ryan was called a girl or when Elizabeth was called a boy. Babies all kind of look alike at the beginning- small bald creatures that can’t hold their heads up.
Ryan, however, is a different story. We’ve already discussed how he likes to show off his baby to people we see when we are out and about. In the last few weeks, he has started noticing when they call Alex a boy. And he does not like it. Not even a little bit.
He furrows up his tiny eyebrows and he shouts “DATS MY AHH DISTER!” And then I have to translate for him because he does not let it go until these (well meaning) strangers have been corrected, and have properly admitted that that is his Ahh Dister.