From JockStraps to Jazz Hands.

Happy Easter to those of you who celebrate, Happy Passover to you those of you who don't...and Happy Monday to everyone else. This Easter started off like any other; egg hunt, breakfast, screaming, no sharing, and that was all before the kids awoke! j/k. It was a great day. We made the rounds to all the family and then at our last stop, my parents house, the unthinkable happened. The Boy has shattered The Dad's world forever. As most three-year-olds' tend to do, The Boy plays with his sister's toys and dolls occasionally. But, on this particular day, at this particular time; what little testosterone The Boy has stockpiled in his short three years had vanished into thin air. As he was playing a kick ass game of Star Wars on the X-Box with his Uncle, The Boy uttered something that all Dads, at that moment, could hear 'round the world. He said, "Uncle, I do not want to play this star wars game anymore, do you have any Princess games?". It was at that time that I saw a look on my husband's face, and I dare say; I never want to see that look again. As if his heart was crushed into a million pieces and someone had ripped off his balls. He has now realized that his son prefers Jazz Hands to Jockstraps. Throughout the evening, The Boy continued on his quest to kill The Dad by playing with Cinderella dolls and toy strollers. Even so far as to put on my shoes, stylish pointy toe black pumps (lovely, if I do say so myself). As The Dad was not amused; I tried to distract The Boy with trucks, cupcakes, DVD's, boobs, but to no avail. I know it's a phase that will soon pass; however, The Dad is now starting to make regular donations to GLADD. All kidding aside; the dress up, the Disney Princess stuff, and the dancing will soon stop...and to The Dad; if you've finally decide to read my blog...this too shall pass & everything will be ok. Also, remember, It's fun to stay at the Y-M-C-A....