Hello, My Name is Margo, and I'm a Sexist Mommy.

I am not sexist.  Yes I am, maybe a little, but only when it comes to my own children.  Because, when Naomi was a baby, this was how she sat in a grocery cart. 

People ooohed and awed at how cute she was, just perfect.  I could buckle her in and get all my shopping done with barely so much as a peep.  Sometimes I'd give her a toy or something to nibble on to pacify her, and it was just pure calm. 

Reggie has now graduated to grocery cart sitting status.  Only, he does not care for it.  In fact, he has me convinced that he may have a future in acrobatics or possibly contortionism.  He can twist his way out of any seat or safety belt.  He prefers to either be standing with arms outstretched, or backwards hanging over the edge.  And this is my sexist illustrated mommy rant for the week.  My son is indeed all boy.