I took him shopping the other day and we where in the boys section looking at some boys shirts, with things boys would like on them... 'How about this one with spiders on it Dragon?'. 'noooo, scared. spiders' (whimper) 'What about this one it has a Dragon on it?' 'Um... No.' 'This one, it has a robot on it!' 'NO!' 'Look at this one, it has a crocodile..' 'No!' 'A Shark?' 'No!' 'A Skateboard one?' 'Yea..... NO!' 'How about... Dragon? Dragon! where are you?'
'Want. This. One!' 'Where did you get that from, this is the boys section?!' 'Round. 'Ere' Sure enough just behind where we were standing is a 'End Display' with pink and blue umbrellas and raincoats. In my frustration I tell him I am not buying him a pink umbrella. This stops him for a while, until I turn around and he is holding the pink umbrella out again saying 'We. Buy. Lion?' Interesting logic, Daddy is not going to buy it for him so maybe he will buy it for the eldest son.I finally convinced him to put it back by telling him I will take a photo of it and we will show it to Mummy and maybe ... cough cough NEVER cough, she might buy it later. He ended up choosing a shirt with owls all over it, because he thought they looked like Lion's imaginary friend 'Huddy'.
Above: Dragon in his new 'Huddy' shirt.
Madagascar #2 quote in the picture above is: If I had only two days to live, I would invade a neighboring country, and force my own ideology on them, whether they wanted it or not.
After that Dragon behaved himself and allowed me to look through the book store and kitchenware store, only because I told him he could choose a donut for morning tea if he let me look at what I wanted to. And guess what he choose? The donut store with pink livery and a pink donut, I was able to convince him he wanted a dinosaur shaped donut and not the girl shaped pink donut. At least you'll notice he insisted on wearing his Sunnie Glasses again.
I guess I shouldn't worry too much about his affinity to the colour pink, I do have a pink shirt and tie which I bought to wear when I proposed to his mother. It was sold to me by a very vivacious but effeminate salesman who told me that pink is a very Manly colour in Italy, so manly in fact that women are not allowed to wear it... Ummm I wonder, I might have to google that one.
