I love my kids, I just hate parenting
I try not to preach a lot, especially about parenting.
For one thing, I’m not qualified. For another, no one is. But sometimes something gets under my skin so deeply that I can’t let it go, and as my son’s third Halloween approaches – the first where he actively chose his own costume – I have to speak up.
Halloween has become an incredibly sexist holiday. TOWARDS BOYS.
Every morning, when we ask my son what he wants to wear today, he says “Gabba!”
Every day. No matter that we’re deep into fall and his “Yo Gabba Gabba” shirt has short sleeves. He wants to wear it every day. I kind of suspect that he thinks “Gabba” means “clothes.”
“What do you want to wear today?”
“Clothes!”
“You got it, kid!”
But this Halloween, we took him at his word and went one further with his request. He wore a full-fledged DJ Lance Rock costume.