I asked my son if he wanted to paint an old rocking chair that I got from my mother's barn. Of course he said yes. Then I asked him what color. He said, "pink". Well we haven't painted the rocker yet but will before the summer is over. Why do I hope he changes his mind and wants to paint it blue or green? So my neighbors won't mistakenly think I have a girl? Dumb. I don't want to teach my boys that they have to be a certain way. In fact, I want them to be able to cook, clean, and everything else society assumes is the "woman's role". If I succeed, they will become better adults and better mates.
Yeah I know, easier said than done. Well, at least he'll be able to make a calzone.
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