Emma was running around the house with her pink dress half on and half off. I assume she was copying the way I wear my sweatpants at home since impersonation is the greatest form of compliment, right? Anyway, Emma eventually got her dress off and started running around naked. I assume she was copying the way Lisa exercises on the Wii Fit since...ouch...Lisa just hit me. Anyway, Andrew picked up Emma's dress and...well...just look at the pictures.
That's right. We got ourselves a cross-dressing baby boy. Hopefully this is just a phase, but after cleaning Andrew's toy chest, I found high heel shoes, fishnet stockings, and a dvd of "The Devil Wears Prada." Does any one have the number for a good toddler therapist?
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