Your Father is NOT a Cross-Dresser*

To borrow a quote from Seinfeld, “not that there’s anything wrong with that,” but let’s just be careful how we characterize your meat-and-potatoes-eating, soccer-living-and-breathing daddy.

See, this all started a couple of months ago with the girls’ obsession with dresses. There were times when that was their first word in the mornings, “Dress?” As in, when are you going to doll us up and tell us how cute we are? Hurry, please!

Now that cooler weather is finally upon us, they’re not enjoying as many dresses, but they still jump at the mere mention. So when Hubby says, “I’m going up to get dressed,” the girls hear “dress” and get all excited.

“Daddy…dress?” they exclaim.

And then there’s the topic of panties. The girls are learning all sorts of new words, and they seem to love to say “panties”. I have been making a big deal over Mommy’s panties (as they love to peer down my yoga pants as I roll around on the floor with them [sorry for the visual]).

I’m hoping to continue to play up how “pretty” panties are, and how they’re for “big girls”, so that – when the time is right, of course – the girls will be so excited over the prospect of “big girl panties” that they’ll potty-train themselves.

The girls have also discovered that Daddy’s boxer briefs can be glimpsed under his soccer shorts as he rolls around on the floor with them (another visual – sorry!).

And of course they say, “Daddy…panties!”

So now we’re working on “panties” versus “underwear”.

In a houseful of women (Mommy + two girls + the cat), my poor hubby needs all the clarification he can get!

*Can’t wait to check my stats and see what kind of hits I get from the title of this post! Bwahahaha!!!