Of teething and testosterone

Poor Drew was mistaken for a girl again. Not that I really mind but I thought it was a little funny the way it happened. Yesterday afternoon I dragged the kids to Meijer with me to pick up an absolutely necessary new gadget. Basically, since Drew has decided to teethe for a living with no sign of teeth, I'm looking for some relief. I've tried ice in a washcloth, teethers galore, orajel and tylenol, but there's only so much you can medicate your baby.

Long ago, in my OT days, I used these things with kids who have feeding problems and was reminded of them recently when I read that someone used them for their fussy baby. So.....off to Meijer. I looked and looked in the baby aisle until I found the refill bags but not the item itself. So, after some more searching, I managed to locate a little gaggle of employees having a chat and prepared to interrogate them.

I asked if any of them was familiar with the baby section and one employee raised its hand high. I say "it" because not since my internship in the psychiatric ward at Concord Hospital have I seen an individual of such indeterminate gender. This person began to ooooh and ahhhh over Drew. "OOOOOOHHH, Isn't she CUuuuuuuuuuuuuuute???? WOOOOOW, what beautiful blue eyes she has!!" I didn't bother to correct this person (who I finally decided was a male) but after I got the information that they were all sold out of feeders, I got ready to leave.

The helpful employee was not done. "SMILLLLLEEEEE!! Why won't she smile at me? Or is it a he?"
"Yes, actually it is a he." (Again, dressed all in blue)
"Oh,okay."
"That's alright", I said, ever so kindly, "Sometimes it's hard to tell."