“You need to do something about Brian,” Max told his wife.
“What are you talking about?” Tammy asked Max.
“Are you crackers?” Max said. “You seriously don’t know?”
“Max, I have no clue what it is that you want me do about Brian,” Tammy said.
“You don’t find his behavior at all questionable?” Max asked.
“Will you just spit it out, please?” Tammy said. “I honestly don’t know what your problem with Brian is.”
“Fine,” Max said. “Brian seems to like playing with his sister’s Barbie dolls.”
“Are you kidding me? He’s a boy who likes playing with Barbie dolls,” Max said. “Boys don’t play with Barbies. If he wants to play with dolls, we should get him some action figures, like G.I. Joe or Captain America.”
“Why?” Asked Tammy. “Boys can play with Barbie dolls and not be called a sissy, gay, or worse.”
“Not Brian, not my boy,” Max protested.
“Brian is only seven years old. Playing with a Barbie doll doesn’t define his gender identity,” Tammy said. “Let me ask you a question. In ten years, would you prefer that he be more interested in playing with someone named Joe or someone named Barbie?”
“Okay, fine,” Max said. Then Tammy heard Max calling out to Brian, “Hey Brian, let’s go out back and toss a football.” Tammy just shook her head.
Written for Teresa’s Three Things Challenge prompt, where the three things are dolls, crackers, and questionable.