I humbly write this entry to admit that this lesbian mother has officially fulfilled her stereotype. You see, this morning Mama K took one look at Lucie’s outfit and casually mentioned that the daycare staff would know who dressed her by what she was wearing.
“What do you mean?” I questioned.
“Oh, nothing,” Mama K replied.
“No, seriously… what do you mean they’ll know? Does this thing not fit or something?”
“Um,” she began, “I usually put her in outfits and you usually put her in pajamas.”
“Huh?” I picked up one of my selections and stared at it for a moment. “These are pajamas? How can you tell?”
Dearest blog readers, if you haven’t met us, here is a basic summary of our fashion acumen:
Mama K shops at cute niche boutiques with French titles in all lowercase letters, whereas I primarily order clothes in bulk. Via the internet. Using an offer received over email. When Mama K dresses the baby, the outfits match and there are *gasp* actual layers. I, however, seem to get easily confused by the purpose of baby clothes: cuteness vs. utility? And why does this outfit’s print contain a fish, anchor, star and… squirrel?
Well, either the universe is trying to say something or Mama K is conspiring against me. When I walked in to pick Lucie up today, the director of the daycare center asked me if our daughter would be in a costume for Halloween or… (and I can’t make this up) if she would be in her pajamas.
I then walked in to the infant room and surveyed the babies. Every single one of them– even the very young ones– were in shirts and pants.