According to Robby's classroom calendar, last Friday was declared a "pink out." All of the little girls were delighted for the excuse to don bubble gum pink from head to toe. However, my little boy was not nearly as delighted!
Robby began lamenting the pink directive as soon
as he learned about it. He voiced his displeasure numerous times,
reminding me that he is a boy and that his favorite color is yellow, not
pink. We quickly realized that we needed to provide an explanation for
such a strange clothing request.
Trying to explain breast cancer
to a little boy is an awkward conversation. We didn't want to scare
Robby, but since the pink ribbon seems to be omnipresent, we decided it
was best to educate him about the cause.
Scott and I spent the
time after dinner on Thursday discussing and rehearsing our breast
cancer speech. When we both felt comfortable, or as at ease as we were
ever going to be, we called Robby into the living room. We sat him down
and told him that we wanted to explain why he needed to wear pink to
Pink, we explained, is a color to show support for
Mommies and Daddies who are dealing with breast cancer. Breast cancer is
a terrible disease that can make a lady very sick and sometimes she
dies. Pink is worn during October to show support and to raise money for
all of these Mommies and friends who are fighting breast cancer.
Tomorrow he needs to put a dollar into the pink box at school to help
pay the scientists trying to find a cure and to show support.
through our rehearsed speech, Robby interrupted. "Momom, I have a
question and my question is this. Is a breast the same as a booby?"
Scott chimed in and responded, "Yes, Robby, but you shouldn't call them
boobies at school." Robby questioned why, and Scott and the conversation
went off track. Somehow we started out with a discussion about a
serious disease and it ended up a debate about breast vs. booby. So much
for our serious discussion!
After about 15 minutes of hearing
Scott and Robby's boobie banter, I tried to bring the conversation back
on topic. Robby continued to complain about wearing pink, this time
employing logic. "Momom, why can't I just put a dollar in the box to pay
the scientists? Won't the dollar do more to help than my wearing stupid
stupid pink? Nobody is going to get healed because I am wearing a girl
Although he had a point, the color was being worn by
everybody in his school, and he needed to participate. He begrudgingly
agreed to wear the pink shirt he wore when I ran in the breast cancer
fundraiser a few years ago with the caveat that it could be removed
after his first recess. I am so glad that the pink out only occurs once a
year because the battle of the clothes was not worth it!