Pjs teaching me thing? Who
would have thought purple chevron flannelette could show me things?
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.
Oh, and look at them next to
last year's pjs, look how tall Jarvis has gotten!
