I’m not really sure where this came from, but I’m so glad that my son is concerned for me. I mean, what if the people did not realize I was a girl? What kind of horrors might await me if they supposed I was a–gasp–a boy!
But, not to worry–my son has a plan. A Disney inspired plan (because, you know, if a girl takes the flower out of her hair and put on pants–suddenly everyone can be fooled into thinking she is a boy!)
So if you see me walking through the grocery store with wilted dandelions stuck in my hair, you will know. I am just making sure that you realize I am a girl.
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