Today I was at Old Navy, in search of nursing-friendly bathing suit options. (Apologies in advance to anyone who will be on Lake Michigan the first week of August - it was the best I could do). As is my now-standard when at Old Navy, I perused the infant section to see if there were any stellar deals on items for the Hedgehog.
I came very close to splurging on a t-shirt for him to wear for our fantasy football draft, coming up in just over a month. It said "Daddy's #1 Draft Pick" on it. But I couldn't bring myself to splurge on it, because I don't want the Hedgehog to be rooting for Daddy during the fantasy draft, I want him to be rooting for me. OK, he can root for Daddy, too, but come Spouse Bowl Weekend the kid is going to have some important choices to make.
It was round about then my righteous indignation began to set in.
It seems that all sports-themed clothing that references a parent refers to the father.
- Daddy's #1 Draft Pick
- Daddy's All Star
- Daddy's Little Major Leaguer
What about Mommy? I like sports. I want my kid to like sports. Do I not have the right to be acknowledged on those shirts?
Nope, I get all the sappy, sweet clothing. Unfortunately, I don't do sappy or sweet very well.
I realize in the grand scheme of things this is small potatoes and trivial at best. But really, is it too much to ask for a onesie that says "Mama's Little Quarterback"?