A Novel Concept

Little Dude has a thing lately for brushing his hair. Every time he's in the bathroom he points up to the shelf where the brush is and says, "Uh! Uh!" (Which translates roughly to "Father, I'd like to brush my hair now, please.")

This evening we were in the bathroom and he pointed and said "Uh! Uh!" so I picked him up with one arm, grabbed the brush with the other, and brushed his pretty blond locks. "You like brushing your hair, don't you, Little Dude? Gotta look your best for the--"

Then I stopped and thought, You know, I really don't want to assign my children sexual preferences before they're old enough to declare them themselves. There does appear to be, after all, a gay gene in the family, and I don't want to put any undue--

And then I stopped and thought, You know, he's one year old. He doesn't care about looking good for guys or girls. He wants to brush his hair because he's a toddler and brushing his hair is New and Exciting. Perhaps I should stop projecting adult sentiments onto my--

And then I had some other thought, which I no longer recall and was surely irrelevant to this post.