Real Men Wear Pink (Just Not in the Zanduba House)
So, my son, my darling Mister Baby Boy, the one who loves cars, spotted the girls’ old Barbie Jeep in the garage a few weeks ago. The air was rent with the music of a thousand harps, and rainbows and butterflies ascended at once from the depths of the garage where the abandoned Jeep sat, powerless and unused. My darling boy was in love…his very first crush. (Well, maybe his second…he was pretty turned on by Magdalena the Mermaid when he was just six months old.)
So anyway, for the past couple of weeks Mister has been driving around in his pink and purple Barbie car, much to the amusement of Dear Neighbor Man. Zan hasn’t been quite so amused. I didn’t have a photo of Barbie Jeep, but I found this one on the internet as an example:
Having his son drive around in a pink and purple Barbie Jeep got to be a bit too much for Zan’s sense of masculinity, so one trip to Lowe’s and a few cans of spray paint later….TA-DA!!!
A Jeep fit for a “REAL MAN!” Man-liness saved!