With Autumn weather cooling down the nights I knew it was time to make everyone their new set of winter pyjamas. Spotlight had flannelette on sale, so Tamika came over, shoved my sore knee into the car, and we drove the one minute drive.
As soon as we got there, Jarvis went straight to the florals, sighing and saying "zizzie!". His word for most things pretty, flowers, butterflies and so on. Then he went to the chevrons. When Tamika and I asked what colour he wanted he keep pointing at the purple. Teak and I asked if he would prefer the yellow or blue. But no, he shock his head saying no and kept pointing at the purple.
As we were standing in line, both Tamika and I questioned ourselves. Why did we not let him have his first colour choice? Why did we feel the need to point to the so called "boy colours"?
As an informed person, I thought I questioned cultural practices. I didn't think I blindly followed cultural habits like gender-colour associations. I normally question how society's gender associations, yet ignorantly I questioned Jarvis's choice of purple.
I get annoyed when people question Jarvis's love of nail polish, yet I was being just as ignorant.
Instead of sewing Jarvis 'standard' PJ bottoms, I thought his choice deserved something more. So he got MC hammer pj pants.