Actually, I might have a gay son now.
There he is, sleeping in his green room, in his little bed.
Here are things I know about him:
- He is the most talkative toddler on this earth. He literally does not shut up. Ever.
- He loves to play with his sister’s dolls. He feeds them, carries them around, and puts them gently to sleep.
- He is also obsessed with handy-man tools. He walks around with his drill, chain-saw and hammer, and repairs things that are then irreversibly un-repairable ever again. After this, he is utterly proud of himself.
- He is compassionate. When his sister cries, he will drop his toys and run to hug her. Yesterday he used his shirt to wipe her tears, while telling her: Don’t cry, don’t cry…
- He loves to dance, and when ever he can get himself an audience, off he goes..
- He snores like a grandpa, and giggles in his sleep.
- He wakes up in a great mood, proclaiming: “I woke up!” and every day he fills our home with love, music, laughter and dance.
These are some of the things I know about him, but let me tell you one thing that I don’t know:
I do not know if my little son is gay. And I don’t give a damn.