I try to make sure my love-everything-frilly-pink-bejeweled-princess-ballerina daughter is also an outdoor loving girl who can brush off scraped knees and keep playing. I want to make sure (remind yourself he's only 19 months) that my son grows up into the sweet sensitive kind of guy that will care about those around him.
I think I went too far.
Today, Emma pulled a pair of Jack's overalls out of his closet (the still too big side) and put them on with her hat. She freaked out when I suggested that for the 8 mile trip to the grandparents (who live in a nice neighborhood) and for the trip for me to give a guitar lesson (also in a respectable neighborhood) we take our van instead of the Ranger (you can see the front in the photo).
Jack was not happy about going for yet another ride on the ranger, we had already done three that day. It's become necessary to travel from my house to my new house since road construction has turned the two mile trip into a half hour drive. With the Ranger, we don't need any stinkin pilot car...
Anyways-
I dressed Jack but he found a pair of shoes he liked better than the ones he was wearing. He nicely brought them to me, sat down and held them up doing the "aaahh, ah, uh," that only kids who are nearly talking can do, and really asking, "these shoes, on my feet."
While his sister is sitting on the ranger, with her hat and overalls just waiting to get dirty.
Jack actually just came up to my while I'm typing with a pair of shoes. At least I've instilled a love of shoes in my kids.
Mike would roll his eyes.
But I should add here that Mike has more shoes than any other man I know.
Who isn't gay.