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For the past two years, I've wished that San Francisco was just around the corner and not across the continent. You see, my sister and her family live there, and I miss them with every thread of my being. But last night, I found myself thankful that we are nowhere near this gay capital of the world.
Last night was the coldest night yet this fall season. The boys had taken their baths and had put on their usual t-shirt and boxers. Then Braxton went into his bedroom, and came out proclaiming that he needed to put on a day shirt since it was so cold. Well, instead of "day," I heard "gay." I said, "What did you say???!!!" He said, "I put on a day shirt since it is so cold!" I replied, "Okay, I thought you said gay." Immediately, I wished I could shove those words right back down my throat. But Braxton heard, and said..."What does 'gay' mean" I replied, "Happy." And obviously dictionary.com agrees with me, as that is their first definition. Well, my son, whom I like to think of as masculine, as much as any seven year old can be considered 'masculine,' proceeds to prance into the living room, proclaiming to all..."I'm GAY, I'm GAY, I'm GAY!!!!!!"
He looked like a natural, honestly. I'd like to think it was the influence of Santa's reindeer that we've been seeing a lot on tv lately, but in reality he reminded me of some fellows I saw in Key West a few years back. So, as much as I love Key West, and as much as I'd love to see my sister in beautiful Frisco, we may have to continue to plan trips elsewhere. Don't want Braxton getting any ideas.
