Why Yes I Let My Son Dress Up In Girls Clothes

Alas, I digress. In the children’s section, I happened to come across a shirt for my daughter that I found to be the proper amount of sass-a-frassery AND adorability, and as such, I picked it up and exclaimed to Alex, who happened to be in the cart I was pushing (yes, we take two carts) (no, we don’t FILL them both), “Oh! Look at this cute cupcake shirt for Your Sister!” Upon examination, Alex said, “I want a cupcake shirt for Alex!” What went through my head was this: “Oh shit, Dave will kill me. This is a BABY FUCKING BLUE SHIRT with a frilly blue collar. And look at the cupcakes! They’re SPARKLY. I mean, there is not a single doubt that this shirt is for a girl. You couldn’t make this shirt more girly if you tried.” “But I mean, he’s 2 years old! How the hell can you possibly tell a 2-year-old that he can’t have a shirt because it’s for a girl? This is probably the most manly 2-year-old boy ever. His second word was penis. Who gives a shit if he wears girls’ clothes? He’s a baby! HE’S STILL IN DIAPERS. I will CUT someone who looks at him funny for wearing girls’ clothes.” So, I looked for the shirt in a 2T and I handed it to him. He grabbed it, hugged it, and said, “I love you, Cupcake Shirt.” Dave glared at me for a second before bursting out laughing because, really, what the hell can you do? The shirt is pretty damn cute. I kind of want one in my size. A couple of months later, upon seeing a particularly expensive — yet adorable — kids’ Halloween catalog, I showed it to my middle son, figuring he’d fall madly and deeply in love with the rocket ship costume. He’s kind of a space guy and that seemed right up his alley. However, he took one look at the selections and said, “I’m going to be a butterfly.” And it was final, that would be his costume. Whether or not I sacrificed a kidney to order one from that particular catalog, he would be a butterfly. If he had to make one himself out of construction paper, the kid would be a butterfly. That’s just how he rolls. The butterfly costume, I should add, was designed strictly for a girl. It had an adorable tutu, wings, and a wand all in a majestic fuchsia. It was quite possibly the most girlish thing one could have chosen from the selection of costumes in the ridiculously overpriced catalog. And I ordered it for him without hesitation. At 3, I’m not about to inflict gender stereotypes on someone whose first word was “penis.” If he wanted to be a “beautiful butterfly” (his words), then a beautiful butterfly he would be. My 9-year-old whispered in my ear as Alex twirled and whirled in his costume, “Mom, that costume is kinda … girly,” and I nodded as I told him not to tell his brother. Because while he twirled and whirled and preened in his costume, it turned out he’d been right the whole time — he was a genuinely beautiful butterfly. And I cannot wait to show his first girlfriend the pictures. Now I’m curious: would you allow your boys to wear girls’ clothing?

title: “Why Yes I Let My Son Dress Up In Girls Clothes” ShowToc: true date: “2024-08-28” author: “Edwardo Jackson”

Alas, I digress. In the children’s section, I happened to come across a shirt for my daughter that I found to be the proper amount of sass-a-frassery AND adorability, and as such, I picked it up and exclaimed to Alex, who happened to be in the cart I was pushing (yes, we take two carts) (no, we don’t FILL them both), “Oh! Look at this cute cupcake shirt for Your Sister!” Upon examination, Alex said, “I want a cupcake shirt for Alex!” What went through my head was this: “Oh shit, Dave will kill me. This is a BABY FUCKING BLUE SHIRT with a frilly blue collar. And look at the cupcakes! They’re SPARKLY. I mean, there is not a single doubt that this shirt is for a girl. You couldn’t make this shirt more girly if you tried.” “But I mean, he’s 2 years old! How the hell can you possibly tell a 2-year-old that he can’t have a shirt because it’s for a girl? This is probably the most manly 2-year-old boy ever. His second word was penis. Who gives a shit if he wears girls’ clothes? He’s a baby! HE’S STILL IN DIAPERS. I will CUT someone who looks at him funny for wearing girls’ clothes.” So, I looked for the shirt in a 2T and I handed it to him. He grabbed it, hugged it, and said, “I love you, Cupcake Shirt.” Dave glared at me for a second before bursting out laughing because, really, what the hell can you do? The shirt is pretty damn cute. I kind of want one in my size. A couple of months later, upon seeing a particularly expensive — yet adorable — kids’ Halloween catalog, I showed it to my middle son, figuring he’d fall madly and deeply in love with the rocket ship costume. He’s kind of a space guy and that seemed right up his alley. However, he took one look at the selections and said, “I’m going to be a butterfly.” And it was final, that would be his costume. Whether or not I sacrificed a kidney to order one from that particular catalog, he would be a butterfly. If he had to make one himself out of construction paper, the kid would be a butterfly. That’s just how he rolls. The butterfly costume, I should add, was designed strictly for a girl. It had an adorable tutu, wings, and a wand all in a majestic fuchsia. It was quite possibly the most girlish thing one could have chosen from the selection of costumes in the ridiculously overpriced catalog. And I ordered it for him without hesitation. At 3, I’m not about to inflict gender stereotypes on someone whose first word was “penis.” If he wanted to be a “beautiful butterfly” (his words), then a beautiful butterfly he would be. My 9-year-old whispered in my ear as Alex twirled and whirled in his costume, “Mom, that costume is kinda … girly,” and I nodded as I told him not to tell his brother. Because while he twirled and whirled and preened in his costume, it turned out he’d been right the whole time — he was a genuinely beautiful butterfly. And I cannot wait to show his first girlfriend the pictures. Now I’m curious: would you allow your boys to wear girls’ clothing?

title: “Why Yes I Let My Son Dress Up In Girls Clothes” ShowToc: true date: “2024-10-22” author: “Christopher Losee”

Alas, I digress. In the children’s section, I happened to come across a shirt for my daughter that I found to be the proper amount of sass-a-frassery AND adorability, and as such, I picked it up and exclaimed to Alex, who happened to be in the cart I was pushing (yes, we take two carts) (no, we don’t FILL them both), “Oh! Look at this cute cupcake shirt for Your Sister!” Upon examination, Alex said, “I want a cupcake shirt for Alex!” What went through my head was this: “Oh shit, Dave will kill me. This is a BABY FUCKING BLUE SHIRT with a frilly blue collar. And look at the cupcakes! They’re SPARKLY. I mean, there is not a single doubt that this shirt is for a girl. You couldn’t make this shirt more girly if you tried.” “But I mean, he’s 2 years old! How the hell can you possibly tell a 2-year-old that he can’t have a shirt because it’s for a girl? This is probably the most manly 2-year-old boy ever. His second word was penis. Who gives a shit if he wears girls’ clothes? He’s a baby! HE’S STILL IN DIAPERS. I will CUT someone who looks at him funny for wearing girls’ clothes.” So, I looked for the shirt in a 2T and I handed it to him. He grabbed it, hugged it, and said, “I love you, Cupcake Shirt.” Dave glared at me for a second before bursting out laughing because, really, what the hell can you do? The shirt is pretty damn cute. I kind of want one in my size. A couple of months later, upon seeing a particularly expensive — yet adorable — kids’ Halloween catalog, I showed it to my middle son, figuring he’d fall madly and deeply in love with the rocket ship costume. He’s kind of a space guy and that seemed right up his alley. However, he took one look at the selections and said, “I’m going to be a butterfly.” And it was final, that would be his costume. Whether or not I sacrificed a kidney to order one from that particular catalog, he would be a butterfly. If he had to make one himself out of construction paper, the kid would be a butterfly. That’s just how he rolls. The butterfly costume, I should add, was designed strictly for a girl. It had an adorable tutu, wings, and a wand all in a majestic fuchsia. It was quite possibly the most girlish thing one could have chosen from the selection of costumes in the ridiculously overpriced catalog. And I ordered it for him without hesitation. At 3, I’m not about to inflict gender stereotypes on someone whose first word was “penis.” If he wanted to be a “beautiful butterfly” (his words), then a beautiful butterfly he would be. My 9-year-old whispered in my ear as Alex twirled and whirled in his costume, “Mom, that costume is kinda … girly,” and I nodded as I told him not to tell his brother. Because while he twirled and whirled and preened in his costume, it turned out he’d been right the whole time — he was a genuinely beautiful butterfly. And I cannot wait to show his first girlfriend the pictures. Now I’m curious: would you allow your boys to wear girls’ clothing?

title: “Why Yes I Let My Son Dress Up In Girls Clothes” ShowToc: true date: “2024-09-14” author: “Ronald Perras”

Alas, I digress. In the children’s section, I happened to come across a shirt for my daughter that I found to be the proper amount of sass-a-frassery AND adorability, and as such, I picked it up and exclaimed to Alex, who happened to be in the cart I was pushing (yes, we take two carts) (no, we don’t FILL them both), “Oh! Look at this cute cupcake shirt for Your Sister!” Upon examination, Alex said, “I want a cupcake shirt for Alex!” What went through my head was this: “Oh shit, Dave will kill me. This is a BABY FUCKING BLUE SHIRT with a frilly blue collar. And look at the cupcakes! They’re SPARKLY. I mean, there is not a single doubt that this shirt is for a girl. You couldn’t make this shirt more girly if you tried.” “But I mean, he’s 2 years old! How the hell can you possibly tell a 2-year-old that he can’t have a shirt because it’s for a girl? This is probably the most manly 2-year-old boy ever. His second word was penis. Who gives a shit if he wears girls’ clothes? He’s a baby! HE’S STILL IN DIAPERS. I will CUT someone who looks at him funny for wearing girls’ clothes.” So, I looked for the shirt in a 2T and I handed it to him. He grabbed it, hugged it, and said, “I love you, Cupcake Shirt.” Dave glared at me for a second before bursting out laughing because, really, what the hell can you do? The shirt is pretty damn cute. I kind of want one in my size. A couple of months later, upon seeing a particularly expensive — yet adorable — kids’ Halloween catalog, I showed it to my middle son, figuring he’d fall madly and deeply in love with the rocket ship costume. He’s kind of a space guy and that seemed right up his alley. However, he took one look at the selections and said, “I’m going to be a butterfly.” And it was final, that would be his costume. Whether or not I sacrificed a kidney to order one from that particular catalog, he would be a butterfly. If he had to make one himself out of construction paper, the kid would be a butterfly. That’s just how he rolls. The butterfly costume, I should add, was designed strictly for a girl. It had an adorable tutu, wings, and a wand all in a majestic fuchsia. It was quite possibly the most girlish thing one could have chosen from the selection of costumes in the ridiculously overpriced catalog. And I ordered it for him without hesitation. At 3, I’m not about to inflict gender stereotypes on someone whose first word was “penis.” If he wanted to be a “beautiful butterfly” (his words), then a beautiful butterfly he would be. My 9-year-old whispered in my ear as Alex twirled and whirled in his costume, “Mom, that costume is kinda … girly,” and I nodded as I told him not to tell his brother. Because while he twirled and whirled and preened in his costume, it turned out he’d been right the whole time — he was a genuinely beautiful butterfly. And I cannot wait to show his first girlfriend the pictures. Now I’m curious: would you allow your boys to wear girls’ clothing?

title: “Why Yes I Let My Son Dress Up In Girls Clothes” ShowToc: true date: “2024-09-01” author: “Jeanne Jones”

Alas, I digress. In the children’s section, I happened to come across a shirt for my daughter that I found to be the proper amount of sass-a-frassery AND adorability, and as such, I picked it up and exclaimed to Alex, who happened to be in the cart I was pushing (yes, we take two carts) (no, we don’t FILL them both), “Oh! Look at this cute cupcake shirt for Your Sister!” Upon examination, Alex said, “I want a cupcake shirt for Alex!” What went through my head was this: “Oh shit, Dave will kill me. This is a BABY FUCKING BLUE SHIRT with a frilly blue collar. And look at the cupcakes! They’re SPARKLY. I mean, there is not a single doubt that this shirt is for a girl. You couldn’t make this shirt more girly if you tried.” “But I mean, he’s 2 years old! How the hell can you possibly tell a 2-year-old that he can’t have a shirt because it’s for a girl? This is probably the most manly 2-year-old boy ever. His second word was penis. Who gives a shit if he wears girls’ clothes? He’s a baby! HE’S STILL IN DIAPERS. I will CUT someone who looks at him funny for wearing girls’ clothes.” So, I looked for the shirt in a 2T and I handed it to him. He grabbed it, hugged it, and said, “I love you, Cupcake Shirt.” Dave glared at me for a second before bursting out laughing because, really, what the hell can you do? The shirt is pretty damn cute. I kind of want one in my size. A couple of months later, upon seeing a particularly expensive — yet adorable — kids’ Halloween catalog, I showed it to my middle son, figuring he’d fall madly and deeply in love with the rocket ship costume. He’s kind of a space guy and that seemed right up his alley. However, he took one look at the selections and said, “I’m going to be a butterfly.” And it was final, that would be his costume. Whether or not I sacrificed a kidney to order one from that particular catalog, he would be a butterfly. If he had to make one himself out of construction paper, the kid would be a butterfly. That’s just how he rolls. The butterfly costume, I should add, was designed strictly for a girl. It had an adorable tutu, wings, and a wand all in a majestic fuchsia. It was quite possibly the most girlish thing one could have chosen from the selection of costumes in the ridiculously overpriced catalog. And I ordered it for him without hesitation. At 3, I’m not about to inflict gender stereotypes on someone whose first word was “penis.” If he wanted to be a “beautiful butterfly” (his words), then a beautiful butterfly he would be. My 9-year-old whispered in my ear as Alex twirled and whirled in his costume, “Mom, that costume is kinda … girly,” and I nodded as I told him not to tell his brother. Because while he twirled and whirled and preened in his costume, it turned out he’d been right the whole time — he was a genuinely beautiful butterfly. And I cannot wait to show his first girlfriend the pictures. Now I’m curious: would you allow your boys to wear girls’ clothing?

title: “Why Yes I Let My Son Dress Up In Girls Clothes” ShowToc: true date: “2024-09-15” author: “Jose Bergstrom”

Alas, I digress. In the children’s section, I happened to come across a shirt for my daughter that I found to be the proper amount of sass-a-frassery AND adorability, and as such, I picked it up and exclaimed to Alex, who happened to be in the cart I was pushing (yes, we take two carts) (no, we don’t FILL them both), “Oh! Look at this cute cupcake shirt for Your Sister!” Upon examination, Alex said, “I want a cupcake shirt for Alex!” What went through my head was this: “Oh shit, Dave will kill me. This is a BABY FUCKING BLUE SHIRT with a frilly blue collar. And look at the cupcakes! They’re SPARKLY. I mean, there is not a single doubt that this shirt is for a girl. You couldn’t make this shirt more girly if you tried.” “But I mean, he’s 2 years old! How the hell can you possibly tell a 2-year-old that he can’t have a shirt because it’s for a girl? This is probably the most manly 2-year-old boy ever. His second word was penis. Who gives a shit if he wears girls’ clothes? He’s a baby! HE’S STILL IN DIAPERS. I will CUT someone who looks at him funny for wearing girls’ clothes.” So, I looked for the shirt in a 2T and I handed it to him. He grabbed it, hugged it, and said, “I love you, Cupcake Shirt.” Dave glared at me for a second before bursting out laughing because, really, what the hell can you do? The shirt is pretty damn cute. I kind of want one in my size. A couple of months later, upon seeing a particularly expensive — yet adorable — kids’ Halloween catalog, I showed it to my middle son, figuring he’d fall madly and deeply in love with the rocket ship costume. He’s kind of a space guy and that seemed right up his alley. However, he took one look at the selections and said, “I’m going to be a butterfly.” And it was final, that would be his costume. Whether or not I sacrificed a kidney to order one from that particular catalog, he would be a butterfly. If he had to make one himself out of construction paper, the kid would be a butterfly. That’s just how he rolls. The butterfly costume, I should add, was designed strictly for a girl. It had an adorable tutu, wings, and a wand all in a majestic fuchsia. It was quite possibly the most girlish thing one could have chosen from the selection of costumes in the ridiculously overpriced catalog. And I ordered it for him without hesitation. At 3, I’m not about to inflict gender stereotypes on someone whose first word was “penis.” If he wanted to be a “beautiful butterfly” (his words), then a beautiful butterfly he would be. My 9-year-old whispered in my ear as Alex twirled and whirled in his costume, “Mom, that costume is kinda … girly,” and I nodded as I told him not to tell his brother. Because while he twirled and whirled and preened in his costume, it turned out he’d been right the whole time — he was a genuinely beautiful butterfly. And I cannot wait to show his first girlfriend the pictures. Now I’m curious: would you allow your boys to wear girls’ clothing?

title: “Why Yes I Let My Son Dress Up In Girls Clothes” ShowToc: true date: “2024-09-29” author: “Margy Rendon”

Alas, I digress. In the children’s section, I happened to come across a shirt for my daughter that I found to be the proper amount of sass-a-frassery AND adorability, and as such, I picked it up and exclaimed to Alex, who happened to be in the cart I was pushing (yes, we take two carts) (no, we don’t FILL them both), “Oh! Look at this cute cupcake shirt for Your Sister!” Upon examination, Alex said, “I want a cupcake shirt for Alex!” What went through my head was this: “Oh shit, Dave will kill me. This is a BABY FUCKING BLUE SHIRT with a frilly blue collar. And look at the cupcakes! They’re SPARKLY. I mean, there is not a single doubt that this shirt is for a girl. You couldn’t make this shirt more girly if you tried.” “But I mean, he’s 2 years old! How the hell can you possibly tell a 2-year-old that he can’t have a shirt because it’s for a girl? This is probably the most manly 2-year-old boy ever. His second word was penis. Who gives a shit if he wears girls’ clothes? He’s a baby! HE’S STILL IN DIAPERS. I will CUT someone who looks at him funny for wearing girls’ clothes.” So, I looked for the shirt in a 2T and I handed it to him. He grabbed it, hugged it, and said, “I love you, Cupcake Shirt.” Dave glared at me for a second before bursting out laughing because, really, what the hell can you do? The shirt is pretty damn cute. I kind of want one in my size. A couple of months later, upon seeing a particularly expensive — yet adorable — kids’ Halloween catalog, I showed it to my middle son, figuring he’d fall madly and deeply in love with the rocket ship costume. He’s kind of a space guy and that seemed right up his alley. However, he took one look at the selections and said, “I’m going to be a butterfly.” And it was final, that would be his costume. Whether or not I sacrificed a kidney to order one from that particular catalog, he would be a butterfly. If he had to make one himself out of construction paper, the kid would be a butterfly. That’s just how he rolls. The butterfly costume, I should add, was designed strictly for a girl. It had an adorable tutu, wings, and a wand all in a majestic fuchsia. It was quite possibly the most girlish thing one could have chosen from the selection of costumes in the ridiculously overpriced catalog. And I ordered it for him without hesitation. At 3, I’m not about to inflict gender stereotypes on someone whose first word was “penis.” If he wanted to be a “beautiful butterfly” (his words), then a beautiful butterfly he would be. My 9-year-old whispered in my ear as Alex twirled and whirled in his costume, “Mom, that costume is kinda … girly,” and I nodded as I told him not to tell his brother. Because while he twirled and whirled and preened in his costume, it turned out he’d been right the whole time — he was a genuinely beautiful butterfly. And I cannot wait to show his first girlfriend the pictures. Now I’m curious: would you allow your boys to wear girls’ clothing?

title: “Why Yes I Let My Son Dress Up In Girls Clothes” ShowToc: true date: “2024-10-03” author: “Rebecca Mccormick”

Alas, I digress. In the children’s section, I happened to come across a shirt for my daughter that I found to be the proper amount of sass-a-frassery AND adorability, and as such, I picked it up and exclaimed to Alex, who happened to be in the cart I was pushing (yes, we take two carts) (no, we don’t FILL them both), “Oh! Look at this cute cupcake shirt for Your Sister!” Upon examination, Alex said, “I want a cupcake shirt for Alex!” What went through my head was this: “Oh shit, Dave will kill me. This is a BABY FUCKING BLUE SHIRT with a frilly blue collar. And look at the cupcakes! They’re SPARKLY. I mean, there is not a single doubt that this shirt is for a girl. You couldn’t make this shirt more girly if you tried.” “But I mean, he’s 2 years old! How the hell can you possibly tell a 2-year-old that he can’t have a shirt because it’s for a girl? This is probably the most manly 2-year-old boy ever. His second word was penis. Who gives a shit if he wears girls’ clothes? He’s a baby! HE’S STILL IN DIAPERS. I will CUT someone who looks at him funny for wearing girls’ clothes.” So, I looked for the shirt in a 2T and I handed it to him. He grabbed it, hugged it, and said, “I love you, Cupcake Shirt.” Dave glared at me for a second before bursting out laughing because, really, what the hell can you do? The shirt is pretty damn cute. I kind of want one in my size. A couple of months later, upon seeing a particularly expensive — yet adorable — kids’ Halloween catalog, I showed it to my middle son, figuring he’d fall madly and deeply in love with the rocket ship costume. He’s kind of a space guy and that seemed right up his alley. However, he took one look at the selections and said, “I’m going to be a butterfly.” And it was final, that would be his costume. Whether or not I sacrificed a kidney to order one from that particular catalog, he would be a butterfly. If he had to make one himself out of construction paper, the kid would be a butterfly. That’s just how he rolls. The butterfly costume, I should add, was designed strictly for a girl. It had an adorable tutu, wings, and a wand all in a majestic fuchsia. It was quite possibly the most girlish thing one could have chosen from the selection of costumes in the ridiculously overpriced catalog. And I ordered it for him without hesitation. At 3, I’m not about to inflict gender stereotypes on someone whose first word was “penis.” If he wanted to be a “beautiful butterfly” (his words), then a beautiful butterfly he would be. My 9-year-old whispered in my ear as Alex twirled and whirled in his costume, “Mom, that costume is kinda … girly,” and I nodded as I told him not to tell his brother. Because while he twirled and whirled and preened in his costume, it turned out he’d been right the whole time — he was a genuinely beautiful butterfly. And I cannot wait to show his first girlfriend the pictures. Now I’m curious: would you allow your boys to wear girls’ clothing?