Went to a nearly new sale. There was a Baby Ballet stand, all covered in pink balloons and sparkles and pretty tutus
I had ds in the sling, smiled at the lady handing out leaflets..
"Oh, do you just have the one boy?"
"Yes, although surely there's no reason he can't learn to dance, surely?" says I. "Or are boys not allowed at your classes?"
Cue much back tracking, gesturing at the 2 sad looking blue balloons in the massive bunch of pink ones, etc.
OK, so there's no way on this planet ds is doing Baby Ballet - his name's already down for proper classes run by a trained teacher when he reaches 3 (he's 18m) rather than some money-making twinkle toes fairy princess bollocks run by someone who once watched Strictly. But I wasn't about to tell her that.
I guess I'm about to start encountering this kind of thing. Any tips on how to deal with it politely in future?
PS ds will totally rock a pink sparkly tutu if he so chooses. Says DP.