Playgroup: Benjy’s new clothes
Disclaimer: Before you read this post, I have a few things to warn you about. These photos were taken inside with artificial light and an external flash. Therefore, the white balance is wonky. Normally, I’d just take the easy way out and convert these to BW, but since this post is all about how ridiculous my son looked yesterday in his colorful attire, you’re going to have to bear with me. Also, Benjy isn’t looking at me in any of these photos. Sometimes, I have to accept that different toys are way more exciting than his silly old mom with her silly old camera.
Now. I present Benjy’s new clothes.
Benjy arrived at playgroup yesterday looking very much like a little boy. He had a brown shirt that spoke about space and some lovely jeans. He was about as masculine as a 14 ½ month could be.
Here is the photo to prove it.
(Psst- he’s the one on the left)
So, there he was- the only boy among a hoard of women- oozing testosterone in an oestrogen filled apartment. I think it began to do things to him- all this oestrogen. He started feeling overwhelmed. He grew self conscious. He began to feel like he didn’t fit in.
So, he stole Emily’s sippy cup and dumped water all over himself, knowing that his mommy was too disorganized to bring along an extra change of clothes, and also knowing that Trang didn’t have a drier, thereby demanding a new set of clothes from Trang- the mother of two lovely little girls who hadn’t a stitch of blue fabric in the house.
After rummaging around in her daughter’s drawers, Trang produced the least-feminine bit of clothing she could find.
And Benjy was disappointed. He felt a bit more feminine, but it was a far cry from the pink all the other girls seemed to be wearing. So, he grabbed Amanda’s glass of Coke and dumped it all over himself, demanding something much frillier.
Trang emerged from her bedroom with a look of remorse. ”I’m sorry,” she apologized. ”I tried to stay away from pink, but these are the tights that will fit.” I laughed, thanked her, and put the very pink tights on my very silly son.
Now he finally fit in. He could communicate much better with his fellow female companions.
I laughed. And laughed. And laughed. And laughed. I don’t think Benjy has ever looked so ridiculous. And trust me, he has looked PRETTY ridiculous in his life.
And here is dear, sweet Maija- the little girl who graciously donated her clothes to the cause.
She’s also too enthralled with her toys to look up at a silly camera.
Until next time…