Was out shopping with Ellison in tow. An older gentleman (elderly man) leaned over into the buggy and started waving, clicking and whistling at Ellison. Ellison was mildly entertained. Not as creeped out as I was.
After a brief moment, he stood up straight, puffed his chest out and said to daddy, “Cute little man you got there!”
What was your clue that Ellison was a boy? The yellow ruffled dress with polka dots and a pink flower on the front?
Must be that good ol’ dry Texas heat. Fried the poor man’s brain. Need rain.