Buying presents for my newest (not yet born) great-nephew's baby shower and struggling to get one of these big bags off the hanger:
Woman: Will you get me one of those bags, too?
Suebob: Here you go.
Woman: Oh, no this is for a girl. I need one for a boy.
Suebob: I'm getting mine for a boy. Look, it is Noah's Ark. Boy elephant, girl elephant.
Woman (making a face): For a boy? No. This is for a girl.
Suebob: I think it’s a little early to start imposing gender roles on it, don’t you?
No, I did not say that last line. I stole it from Monty Python's "Meaning of Life". But I should have.
I mean, WTF? Are boys banned from hearts and rainbows even before they are born? How vigilant do we have to be to make sure our boys don't turn into homosexuals? Because isn't that what this is all about? You give them pastels in infancy and the next thing you know, they are rollerskating down Main Street on Pride Day in assless chaps, waving a rainbow flag and chanting "We're here, we're queer, because Auntie gave me the wrong wrapping paper"?
That would be so wrong. Because 1) all chaps are by definition assless so the term is redundant and 2) That chant does not even rhyme.