…Playing in the center of this little Powwow on the thick beige rug was Drew holding a Barbie doll in one hand, a brush in the other, stroking the hair of the female figure. I did a double take to make sure I was really seeing this, and then I did a quick spot check on the baby mammas Klan before I said a word looking at every one in the room with uneasiness.”Am I the only one that sees something wrong with this picture?”
“What the hell is wrong with you Eddie!” Jennifer was the first to attack.
“He’s just a kid, stop acting so macho!” came next from Jessica.
“Why does something have to be wrong because he’s playing with a Barbie doll?” barked Drew’s Aunt Katherine.
Billy didn’t say shit in my defense, looking at me with the eyes of a conquered man. Turning around I walked right out the house to wait for Drew, who got in the car about two minutes later.
“What’s that all about? God, Daddy,” he looked at me like I was crazy.
“You shouldn’t be playing with a fucking Barbie doll… You’re a boy!”
“So? There’s nothing wrong with it, I’m just having fun.”
Who told him that I wondered?
“What’s fun about brushing a doll’s hair? As a matter of fact, don’t answer that, I don’t want to hear it!”
“Aren’t we moody today?” he said with his exaggerated girlish voice.
“Talk like a boy!” I shouted.
“This is just the way I talk.”
“If you’re going to talk like that then don’t say shit!” I slapped the steering wheel and pulled off.
Not another word was said during the ride. I wasn’t even mad at myself for yelling at Drew, feeling like that entire scene was a setup, showing me the type of behavior their pushing on him to get revenge somehow.
“We’re going to turn your son into a flaming queer!” Jennifer and her family’s voices were chanting in my head. They’re going to turn me away from my son is what I thought to myself…