Boys are a rarity in my family, and I didn’t expect to have a one. When the sonographer pointed out Truman’s little doink on the ultrasound, I was shocked, then baffled, then finally–elated. A BOY, do what now?!? The idea of having a son never once crossed my mind. As I thought about it though, I realized that it made COMPLETE SENSE. Chad once told me that I look like a 12 year old boy, dress like a 12 year old boy, and act like a 12 year old boy. Now, I don’t know what that says about his taste in women, but it tells me that I was meant to bro down with a son. Thanks to Facebook timeline, which I actually like because I can scroll through and find all the hilarious things I’ve ever said, I found this post I announcing Truman’s sex:
And hence, the prophecy has been fulfilled. A male heir has been graced upon the Evans Clan. Ser Chadrick is beside himself with mirth, thrilled at the thought of mentoring a young squire. Three cheers for young Truman, three cheers!
Three cheers indeed. Never mind that he got mistaken for a girl four times last week. So now, without a proper segue, I offer you a few reasons why I am glad I have a son.
- In a few years T will be able to sport a super rad Tony Hawk skater cut.
Chad rocked this haircut during the one of the most pivotal times of a boy’s life, ages 9-12. I didn’t know him then, but if I did, boy howdy would I have had the HUGEST crush on him. 11 year old Letty would have died at the mere sight of him nonchalantly brushing his floppy blond hair out of his eyes. I can’t wait for Truman’s cool period. Chad is reluctant to bequeath his old Vision Street Wear cap with the brim flipped up, but he can pass down his awesomeness. Just for fun, courtesy of The Alamo Basement, a picture of the Pizza Hut truck from Gleaming the Cube.
- Having a son gives me the perfect excuse to get a reptile.
In the third grade I had a pet newt, which I cleverly named Bob Newthart. I will be the first to admit it was not a very exciting pet. It just sat there. Looking back, I probably should have gone with a more active amphibian, like a frog. I wish I newt then what I newt now. Now that I have a son, I can totally get a snake! Or a turtle! Or even better–A CHAMELEON! Herpetology gets me so pumped up I have to use fragments to express my glee. For the record, if I had a daughter I would use her just as well as an excuse to buy a reptile. Child=reptile in my twisted mind. On a side note, did you read about the snake that grew a hand? NO THANK YOU.
- I can make Truman wear seersucker suits.
I love seersucker suits. I CANNOT WAIT TO PUT TRUMAN IN A SEERSUCKER SUIT. I also love suspenders, plaid pants, and bow ties. Basically I want Truman to run around looking like a dapper southern gentleman who enjoys Mint Juleps. Capote much? I also wish Andre 3000 made clothing for children. I want Truman to look so fresh and so clean, clean. BTW, you can purchase a variety of seer sucker suits at Dapperlads, a name that makes me happy on several different levels.
I actually have several more reasons why I am grateful for the boy but I am hungry and I want to eat a burger*. So to sum shit up, I am glad I have a son–especially one that is this damn cute:
*this post was written yesterday around 6 pm, AKA Burger Time. I unfortunately do not have a burger to eat right now at 10:30 am, this may change in a few hours.