Wuthering Hyders

Fashionista In-Training

I'll bet you were thinking Abby, right? A likely conclusion, but you would be wrong, my friend. Oh, yes, my dear daughter loves to dress up now and then. Especially in her ballet clothes. I, however, am referring to my dear SON, Perrin.

Perrin likes to dress up. No particular style or anything, just whatever he finds lying around. He likes to wear pants. On his head. He likes to wear grown-up shoes. Mine are his favorites. He likes to wear gloves. On his feet. He likes to wear underwear. Doesn't matter whom they belong to. Again, on his head. The kid wore his Halloween costume for weeks.

Having said this, I wasn't entirely surprised when he crawled up beside me on the couch the other night, stuck his leg in my face, and said, "Feel my skin!". What made me laugh until I almost cried was realizing what he had on his leg. A knee-high nylon stocking. This,of course, belonged to me and so was actually more of a thigh-high stocking on him.

Oh.

My.

Goodness.

Naturally, Heath didn't find it amusing to see his son in pantyhose, but I thought it was funny. The little weirdo even wanted to SLEEP in it! Too much.

Poor Heath worries about Perrin's preferences. His love of sparkly things. His demanding to have his toenails painted when I paint mine and Abby's. The fact that his favorite color is purple. I had younger brothers though. I know that boys can dress up in little party dresses and high heels and still grow up to be 100% man. Perrin is my sensitive child, but I have great faith in him. In both of my children. No matter what they turn out to be like, I love them. Now and always.