Six months after starting HRT, I went to a local coffee house on a Friday afternoon with my son, then just short of a year old.
Sitting near me was a couple with a child, who looked about three. I noticed that the child was staring in my direction, but I figured he was looking at my son. He looked perplexed, like he couldn't quite figure out what he was looking at.
All of a sudden he shouted out, loud as could be, "that's a mama and that's her baby!" The thing is, I was in boy mode, in khakis and a button down shirt from work. I did have a pony tail, and my face was definitely becoming more androgynous from the estrogen, but I didn't think I was anywhere near male fail.
Anyway, his father pipes up, "no son, that's a daddy." No, the child insisted, "that's a mama and that's her baby!" That kid was absolutely sure of it. He kept saying it louder and louder, and everyone else in the coffee house started staring in our direction. The mom kept whispering, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," and I just kept repeating, "it's okay." I hear the father say, "us guys have to stick together," pointing in my direction. It took all the strength I had not to burst out laughing when I heard that. He seemed perplexed that I didn't back him up with some grand display of manhood.
After about a minute of this, I decided it was best if I left, so I picked up my son, said one more "it's okay" to the mom, and left the coffee house. It wasn't until I got to my car that I finally felt safe to start laughing hysterically. That poor kid, he was right, but there was no way for me to say that without making the whole situation ten times more awkward than it already was.
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