I came in from work earlier to see my son crying on the stairs in hysterics. “What’s wrong matey?” I asked him.
“Daddy, I’m having trouble with the girls at school!” he cried.
I thought it was time…I gave him the inevitable talk about ‘the birds and the bees’ and he sat there and listened.
When I was done he paused…”That’s fine daddy but it’s not that. They wont let me play with their barbies at lunch time and said my legs are too hairy to wear a skirt.”
He lives with his uncle now.