G came home today in a cute little onesie… except that it wasn’t his… aaaaaand it was made for girls.
Now granted, as far as girls clothes go, this was really understated, but it feels a little strange to see my boy cross-dress. The irony is that I love having him wear green or yellow outfits that are really gender non-specific. I get asked all the time if he’s a boy or a girl and that doesn’t bother me, yet seeing him in an outfit made for little girls just feels awkward to me.
Don’t get me wrong: I’m not hung up on the boys doing only boy things and girls doing only girl things, but imagining G having been a girl (which is what the outfit is prompting me to do) just doesn’t feel right.
So here goes: G in drag 🙂
