You know how products for kids just seem to get more blatantly gendered every year? Well, the other day when my sons and I were trying to buy Band-Aids in CVS, they came in just two flavors for kids: Transformers and Hello Kitty.
With no prompting from me, my boys picked Hello Kitty. They don’t care much for Transformers and the Tiger thinks Hello Kitty is hilarious. She ranks with sparkly pink princesses, Wow Wow Wubzy, and twirly mustaches – all ridiculous enough to give him the giggles.
And so it came to pass that I have been tenderly wrapping their boo-boos with the visage of a cat who lacks a mouth. If there is a Judgment Day for mothers anything like the one Allison Pearson describes in I Don’t Know How She Does It, my immortal soul is toast.