Le Petit Comte loves my red toes. So when I offered to paint his toes he was delighted. He was so delighted he insisted on painting my husband's toes. Monsieur obliged.

We were at the playground today and I wound up taking off his shoes for a moment. A mom I had been talking to saw his feet and said to him "LPC, why are your toes painted? You're a boy."

"Oh, we all love red toes in this family," I replied cheerily, always preferring diplomacy. "They're so fun."

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At this point, the other mom appears to have realized that she put her foot in her mouth. "You know, people's orientation doesn't bother me. I'm... I'm very open. I have a friend who's a lesbian and she was in my wedding. Growing up I was always defending her."

Ummm... Okay. #1 I'm pretty sure my toddler doesn't have an orientation yet. #2 did you honestly just pull the "my best friend is queer" card?

*sigh*

You know what? It was clear she was flustered by her own stupidity. So I just did this...

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Hopefully this will be a learning experience for her.