I picked Tucker up from school as he walked along the sidewalk. Spotting him was easy in his bright purple shirt that he got at a swim meet last month.
He heaved his backpack onto the floor of the car and climbed in. As he buckled he asked, "Did you know today was wear purple to support gay teens day?"
"Oh..." I said. I wasn't sure if he felt happy or dismayed.
"Yeah, and I just got lucky. I didn't plan it or anything," he said.
"So you were okay with wearing purple in support of gay teens?" I asked.
"Of course, why wouldn't I be? It's not like I'm afraid people will think I'm gay. I mean, I'm obviously not."
As much as that boy drives me crazy, sometimes I'm really proud of him.
He isn't afraid to do what he thinks is right and he doesn't spend his first year in high school worrying about what other people think of him.
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