Chubby Arms

My insistence on not dressing G in pink all the time has been causing more confusion. Yesterday morning I took her to the pool in Uppermill for a swim during the parent and toddler session. Because it's an ordinary pool (the lessons she's been having are in a specially heated one) I put her in a little wetsuit which goes over her double swimming nappy, to keep her warm. The suit is purple. You can get it in pink too, but Mrs J sensibly avoided that option when she got it.

Anyway, there was one other parent in the pool, a mum with her toddler. We exchanged pleasantries. She looked at G, and the conversation went like this:

Ignorant woman: "Doesn't he have chubby arms for such a little boy?"
Me: "Actually she's a little girl."
Ignorant woman: "Well, she's got chubby arms for a little girl then. You should dress her in pink."

As you can imagine, there were several things I wanted to say at this point, about both the chubbiness or otherwise of my little angel's arms, and my personal distaste for dressing girls in pink. But I thought better of it, smiled thinly and went back to swimming. I was probably within my rights to call her child pig ugly or something. I'll have to save that sort of top quality comeback for next time.