Pink Problems
"No no no no."
"Please?"
"No. No bleeding way."
"But I've already opened it. I can't take it back after I've opened it."
"I don't care. You're not painting James' room pink."
"He's not going to care, he's probably colour-blind anyway. I think it's pretty."
"Seriously Draco, a little boy's room isn't meant to be pink. And he's not colour blind. I let him pick out his clothes."
"He can't pick out his clothes, he can barely lift up his head."
"He can too. He can also say 'dada'."
"Can not! He doesn't make any sounds at all. He doesn't even cry."
"I heard him. He said it quietly."
"You're lying. Now, go wake him up, I want him to watch me paint his room."
"No! Firstly, I'm not going to wake him up, and secondly, I am going to take him outside. Fumes aren't good for babies."
"Fine, but I'm painting his room pink."
"No."
"Purple?"
"Fuck no."
"Then pink it is."
"No. You'll give him identity issues."
"Please. My room was blue and look how I turned out! Hopefully, if I paint the room PINK, he'll turn out normal."
"Nothing with hair that blonde can turn out normal. You have cursed our son with your hair."
"You cursed him with your eyes."
"Those aren't a curse, they are a blessing."
"Of course they are, love. Now, go get your son and take him outside. I have a whole lot of painting to do."
"Just…just PLEASE don't make it look girly. As least make it APPEAR that you acknowledge that we have a son, not a daughter."
"Okay. Now go and get…"
"Dada? Dadadadada…"
"SEE! I told you he could say it! Coming, Jamie…"
"And you say that I thought he's a girl…"
"Shut up Draco, come here love. Aww...you crawled in here all by yourself, did you? Draco, why…why didn't you put him in the bed?"
"Because he doesn't like it. He told me."
"Right."
"Well, if he can say 'dada' than he can say 'Yes, well, I prefer to sleep on the floor if you don't mind, father.'"
"Of course he can. He mastered full sentences at the tender age of six months."
"Our kid is a bloody genius."
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