Going through Sebastian's box from pre-school, I found one of his hand written letters, from two or three years ago, with a short list of presents he wanted:
Dear Santa,
I want a Lego play set and a gay dog.
Love, Seba
I remember dropping him off at school and a very embarrassed teacher coming out of the classroom because she had to ask me something. My antennae was up. Hmmm. I was wondering what could have possibly come from the mouth of my babe. I remember her smiling, looking a little hesitant, and finally trying to explain the letter (to Santa) that I would be soon be getting in the mail. She tells me that she asked two other teachers to ask him again. Just to make sure she heard it right the first time. ("I am positive I heard him say he wants a gay dog.") I assure her that she heard right. Finally, she asks, "what's a gay dog?"
That year, Sebastian took to watching a weekly program on the lives of show dogs and their 'parents.' His favorite dog was a chihuahua named Chachi belonging to a gay couple. Sebi loved this dog and his cool clothes. To Seba, a gay dog was synonymous to a dog that came with a wardrobe as large as his. For months, all he asked for was a "gay dog." When M. and I said no, he asked everybody else who would listen. Christmas was the perfect opportunity to ask Santa.
If youre wondering, he didn't get a (gay) dog for Christmas. His cousin passed him a stuffed dog which he named Chachi. Chachi has (and still ) travels with us everywhere. But more about Chachi and the rest of the menagerie later.
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