Little babies don’t come with labels… yet it seems to be the height of insult for a parent when strangers assume the wrong gender when commenting on them. Does the bright pink top or the blue car t-shirt not give an obvious hint???

During my pregnancy, my husband was taken with the idea of having a black jumpsuit for our baby. So, we hunted and hunted until we found the perfect black jumpsuit. No matter whether we were having a boy or girl…

As it happens, Evie’s complexion looks rather stunning in black (says the unbiased voice of a mother). The black jumpsuit was well worn by the time it was outgrown.

The problem? Gender misidentification! The natural assumption being a baby in black MUST be a boy. Poor Evie!

She was 3 months old when a lovely old lady spied an opportunity to meet a little baby. She looked deep into Evie’s then blue eyes, and commented with great enthusiasm,

“What a beautiful baby!”
“Thank you”, I said.
“He has such a lovely, handsome face”, she observed.
I refrained from correcting her – it seemed an unnecessary embarrassment for a lovely old person.
“Thank you”, I said.
“How old is he?” she asked.
“3 months”, I said, “but born a little early”.
My people pleasing ways served me ill, as she quite naturally then asked:

“And what is his name?”

What to do??? Panic struck me as how to explain myself…

“Mark”, I said.
Poor Evie…