Isn’t Quite Living Over The Rainbow Yet

(I am at my parent’s house, when my mom shows me a rainbow afghan she has made for my cousin’s, her favorite nephew’s, new home. My sister and I are VERY proud of what we see as her acceptance of his coming out and finally introducing us all to his boyfriend. We have always all been a little protective of [Cousin] as he is a very sweet and shy man.)

Me: “You made that for [Cousin]’s new house? That is so cool!”

Mom: “Yes, isn’t it pretty? I thought, with all these colors, it could go with almost anything!”

Me: *exchanging a look with Sister* “Mom? You know that the rainbow is the symbol for Gay Pride right?”

Mom: “No, it’s not. [Cousin] just likes rainbows.”

Me: *trying not to laugh out loud* “Um, no, it’s Gay Pride. He’s living with his boyfriend.”

Mom: “Well, that’s not what I was making.” *leaves the room*

Me: *to Sister* “And I was ALMOST so proud of her.”

Sister: Think we need to warn [Cousin] what she is making for him?

Me: “Naw, I say let her be accidentally accepting in this case. She won’t ever bring it up with him anyway, and he’s too shy to bring it up himself.”

(He loved it and sent a pic of him and his boyfriend under it on the couch with big grins. Mom said it was sweet of him to share his blanket with his friend like that.)