My little princess
This is a daily occurence in our house:
Max wants to play princesses. But when I try to tell him that he's a prince, he gets really mad and yells, "No! I'm a princESS!"
I know I shouldn't be concerned. I know it's probably just a phase. I know it doesn't and shouldn't matter.
I know, I know, I know.
My friends always say to me, "What does your husband think about this?"
The other day he commented, "When Max's wife wakes up in the middle of the night and finds him wearing her dresses, it will be your fault."
My thought was, "Well, at least you think he's going to have a wife!"
posted by Undomestic @ 1:20 PM
6 Comments:
My son wanted one of those Boston Terrier purses for Christmas and I got it.
I don't know who spoiled it for him and told him boys don't carry purses, but it made me sad that he wouldn't play with it anymore.
I enjoy the innocence of it. It doesn't last nearly long enough.
Max- you make a very handsome princess!
I wouldn't worry until you find him putting on your makeup and lipstick too!
It's probably something as simple as how much you ooh and aah over Ella in her pretty dresses, and he wants to share in the attention. I am a middle child... we don't get nearly as much attention as the oldest.. or the baby
I forgot to sign my name...I am the middle child.
Granny
Maybe he just LIKES to wear dresses!! It's as simple as that.
Dana
yea, oddly enough, i agree with dana. there isn't anything to "worry" about. and it's no one's "fault". it's an interest that is only deemed abstractly "right" or "wrong" based entirely on arbitrary social constructs. It's no different than saying he can't wear the color yellow because it's "wrong". max, you wear a princess dress, a construction outfit, or anything in between if you like it!
-uncle scott
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