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Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Fabulousness

I know, I've been a naughty blogger. I just ran out of ideas, and really didn't care to wrack my brains. I do apologize. Now that that's through, let's get to the point of this post.

I read this post, and of course considered commenting, which never seems to work for me. Then it struck that I also had a story to tell, and so I moseyed myself on over here to set it up for you, my adoring public.

Little Fascist was always taught that his "bits" were a penis and testicles. It only made sense that way, really. I have this worry that when I tell him "creative truths" they will somehow corrupt him. Which brings us to the tale I came here to share.

Yesterday we took Little Fascist bowling. He's been fascinated by it ever since his first time, and now that The Roomie is league bowling, it gives them both a chance to work on their abilities. The alley where we do our bowling is a short train ride from our house, and is next to a White Castle, of all things. We do our bowling, have some "little hamburgers" then hit the super drug store to see if there is anything fun.

We walk in, and LF starts running down the cosmetics aisle. I tell him he is too young for such products and to follow The Roomie. He asks me if it (cosmetics) is just for girls. I stop. I think. What does one say when their 5 year old asks something like that? Especially someone like myself, whose best friend in high school was transgendered? I muster up all the courage I can and I say to him "Make-up is only for girls and very fabulous boys." Loudly enough that a woman turns around, looks at me and chuckles.

It worked, didn't it?