‘How long until we need to pick Dan up?’
‘An hour and…forty minutes. We’ve got time to go and swap those trousers, if you like.’ The ‘skinny’ jeans from Asda hung off my oldest’s thighs.
We arrived and swapped the voluminous trousers for a gift card. Because my oldest is currently identifying as gender non-conforming, we started at what we call the ‘so called’ girls section.
Nothing that sparked an interest.
So we checked the so-called boys section.
Nothing. Unless you count the flicker on a tiger T shirt which wasn’t available for anyone over five.
‘I’m sorry. I’m taking so long,’ my child said.
‘It’s not your fault.’
There was nothing there for an individual that wasn’t a girly girl, or a boyish boy.
I just hope that the whole world isn’t going to be like that.