Boys Can Wear Pink . . .

If they want to be a girl. 

We were in a rush to go grocery shopping, it was cold, so we quickly grabbed the first blanket we could find (a pink one) and wrapped it around Henry. I thought nothing of it. (OK, maybe I thought something of it, but I was in a rush!) Pink blanket, blue blanket, who cares? The baby is warm, right? We made our way to Fred Meyer and we put Henry in the attached baby-seat on top of the cart, and placed the pink blanket over him to keep him warm, since it was FREEZING! We commenced shopping. Charles was pushing the baby-cart around in the produce aisle, when a lady came up to him and said of baby Henry, "Ooooo . . . she is so cute! What a precious little girl." Charles tenderly replied, "Yes, she is a sweetheart. Though she has been grumpy lately, because she is teething." The lady nodded with understanding, and she went on her way . . . none the wiser that she had just gushed cute-girly over our handsome boy. And Charles, well, he just did not have the heart to correct her. It's just a good thing she didn't ask what "her" name was . . . that would have been entertaining. 

Would YOU have corrected her? 

P.S. He was wearing a blue sleeper under the pink blanket, but who is looking THAT deep?