My Son the Cross-Dresser

Luke refuses to do anything unless he has a dress on. I endure countless stares and whispers in the grocery store and around town. Yesterday, I wanted a dress-less trip to the public Library. I mean, we were going to apply for cards, we needed to look trustworthy. He fought and cried and I compromised by letting him carry his dress around the Library. I guess this is what comes of giving birth to girls first and having the boys later. Aidan used to click around in a pair of princess high heels all the time. He eventually grew out of it. I guess if I don't make too big a deal about it, Luke will eventually forget about the dress. (At least we finally said good-bye to the Binky!)