Dressing boys as girls

I watched Ellen this morning. The last guest was a staff member who submitted a bad "paid-for" photo of himself. Seems he was Boy Number Four and his mother had despaired of having the girl she'd yearned for, so, before his first haircut around the age of two, Mom borrowed a neighbor girl's dress, did up her little boy's golden locks with ponytail and ribbon and, click, there he was preserved for posterity as a temporary she-child.

I confess to letting my sons' hair get long enough to qualify for ribbons and barrettes before the first haircut, mostly out of busy-ness with so many kids to care for, but I did NOT dress them as girls. Their sister did that. I hope they've forgiven both of us. They all seem normal and well-adjusted. At least on the surface ;)

Short blog, "running off" to walk the mall, hopefully to find some Wolverine jammies to go with the electronic retractable claw I got for Evan's birthday. Oh boy, his mom and dad are sure gonna thank me. He'll probably need a cage to play in with his claw so he doesn't do damage to his sister, cats or dogs in the house. Another prerogative of Beermahood!