I had to do it. My little boy's hair was getting out of control. So was the number of times he was getting called a girl. Twice a day, sometimes more, I was clarifying the gender of my child. A time or two I thought about letting it slide...just let 'em think he's a girl and pretend for a second I have a daughter.
But nope, I've always clarified.
(But I REALLY hate it at Easter and Christmas when all you moms of girls get to buy frilly dresses.)
So I took the boy to Christine (no, really, that's the name of the lady who cuts their hair), and said, "he needs to look like a boy. I know you can't do anything about his pretty face, but please work on the hair..."
She looked at me and said "you mean, like with clippers?"
No. And let me clarify that. NO!
But she did do a little trimming.
After: Behold the BOY, whose haircut also came with a smirk apparently.
(And Miss Christine's also good at creating diversions for photos.)
Ahhhh, so my little boy will no longer be mistaken for a girl. Except he still has his pretty face...hopefully that won't change.