After quite a few failed attempts,
most which looked more like a doctor's mirror,
and less like something you would want to put on a baby,
I am happy to introduce the latest line of happiness in the shop.
Perfect for the little one in your life who,
regardless of how much pink she wears,
or how over the top girly her carseat is,
or how you tell the stranger her name is Janey,
is still called a boy.
(Not like that happens to me.
Every single day.)
Now she can be called a boy with
a stinking cute flower on her head.