i thought we were over that

The calling my daughter a boy phase. Especially w the earrings. Come on now.

Yesterday I rode up the elevator with two older ladies. Nora was wearing a pink onesie, with a pink headband and earrings. Not to mention a vagina.

"What's your babies name?" she asked.

"Nora"

"Oh, what a pretty name."

"Is it a girl?"

"Um, ya."

I wanted to take her cane and hit her in the face with it. But that would have been mean. But I wanted to. Really.

I'll blame it on her poor eyesight.