In my last blog post, much too long ago, I talked about my son wanting a dollhouse for Christmas and gender roles. Let me tell you a story about a man I am currently referring to as "Douchebag Santa." My son's school had a little holiday party recently, featuring none other than Santa as the guest of honor. When my son finally got his turn to sit on Douchebag Santa's lap, Santa asked my son what he wanted for Christmas. When my son answered, "a doll house," he screwed up his face as if he couldn't quite understand what he was saying. So I helped him out.
"He said a dollhouse," I said with a smile.
"That's what I thought he said . . . Are you going to put soldiers into the dollhouse?" Douchebag Santa asked, turning to my son.
My son, grinning away and fortunately too young to catch the full ridiculousness behind Douchebag Santa's words, just grinned and nodded his head.
Then Douchebag Santa, laughing with his stomach like a bowl full of . . . I'm just going to stop right there and move on, said, "Are you going to ask for an Easy Bake Oven next?"
Now, I'm not usually one to publicly air my grievances. But I'll cross that self-imposed line when someone is obnoxiously ignorant in regards to my child. So I stand by my nickname. Douchebag Santa needs another line of work.
As for the dollhouse. I looked online but it's hard to find ones that are gender neutral or as cool as they had them back in my day. So I went on Ebay and won one of those vintage Fisher Price Little People houses many of parents my age may have had back in the day. It was beaten up a bit, but solid enough that I could work with it. My sister has an artistic flair, so she came over and the two of us spruced it up. We didn't have enough of the same kind of blue, so it's different tones of blues on different sides, which I actually like better. I have to say, I'm in love with how unique and beautiful it is. It's not perfect, but it's from the heart and my son's eyes grew wide when he asked if it was his this Christmas morning. Slideshow below!