Not Raising a Sissy

My husband is having a small scale existential crises and it’s all my fault.  I began a load of laundry yesterday before going to work.  It consisted of some of The Bandits underwear, his pjs and bedding (there was an accident) and because it was such a small load, I threw in a blanket that was covered with The World’s Laziest Cat’s hair. The blanket is maroon.  Do you see where this is going?

When I went to put the items in the dryer I discovered that the Cars sheets and Quilt were now pink.  The underwear is purple since they started out blue.  I have rewashed them in hot and then cold with several different varieties of soaps including Oxyclean and bleach.  Nothing – still pink.  I’ve since received another hint that I’ll go to the store and purchase tonight and try.  However, I firmly believe that The Bandit won’t care.  Well maybe a little about the PINK sheets but the quilt looks mostly purple because its base was blue to begin with.  Unfortunately, My Honey isn’t going for it. 

Pink is apparently unacceptable.  Not for a boy.  I’ve tried to convince him that it has been only recently that pink became associated as a girl color.  Throughout history, pink was considered too powerful for a woman to carry off.  If you’ll notice, the Virgin Mary is always shown in blue, it was considered the color of girls through most of history.  No dice. 

Apparently, he only likes history when it suits him.