I May Be a Man...

when it comes to buying gifts. Ha! Almost got you there. Yesterday, the Baby and I were in the drive-thru line at Chick-fil-A and a man sporting numerous gold chains walked by our car and into the restaurant. Eagle-eyed Baby had an opinion:

Baby: Why he wearing all that jewelry? (she really does talk like an Asian dictator speaking English)
Me: Maybe he thinks that it looks nice.
Baby: Maybe he forget that he is a boy.
Me:  Do you forget that you're a girl?
Baby: No!
Me: Me either. I'm pretty sure he remembers that he's a boy. He just likes to wear a lot of gold chains.
Baby: I think he forget that he's a boy.

So, I may have unintentionally lied to the Baby because there is a time when I forget that I'm a girl, and that's when I have to buy gifts. I become the biggest bro and I just want to buy a gift card (better yet, a crumpled envelope full of wrinkled dollar bills) and be done with it. This is an unfortunate quality, especially at this time of year when we have Mother's Day next weekend and end of the school year teacher and coach gifts to purchase.

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