My kid came home from school today with a note that said fifth graders can join the band, and if he's interested he has to pick an instrument.
He promptly informed me with utmost confidence that he IS going to play the flute.
me: (silent pause - blink, blink) You want to play the flute?
him: (nodding head - arms folded - serious "I mean business" body language) Yes.
I know what you're thinking. Your son is gay.
If my kid is gay, he had better be really fucking gay. I mean drag queen, fabulous and fierce gay! *sigh* That would be so awesome. We could shop together for body shapers and bra stuffers. He could show me the proper way to apply makeup to cover my five o'clock shadow. I could help him with his act (he, of course would impersonate Bette Midler). Ah. A mother can dream right? Unfortunately my kid likes guns and breaking stuff.
Anyway.....to protect him from ruthless teasing from bratty 10 year old boys, I told him only girls play the flute.
And this guy.
He decided he'd rather play baseball.