For the first 12 – 18 months of Hugo’s life, I often found myself telling people (strangers, mostly) that no, he is not a girl. One of the cashiers at our local supermarket took quite a lot of convincing, in fact, every time we saw her she would be insistent he MUST be a girl because “look how long his eyelashes are!”. Incidentally, I am finding things have come a full circle now and people are again assuming he is a girl because of his luscious locks.
On Sunday we had yum cha (Hugo’s favourite) and the waiter asked if “she” would like a booster seat. Half an hour later a different waitress was talking to Sophie, who was on my lap and asked me “a boy?”. Given that Hugo was always mistaken for a girl when he was wearing the most boyish outfits, maybe I should start dressing Sophie in Hugo’s old clothes and people will assume she is a girl.
That look in her eyes – that’s her “Oh please, please, PLEASE pick me up!” look. It’s hard to refuse