I hope he doesn't hate me for this when he's older.

Yesterday evening, I heard lots of giggling coming from the playroom. Then my son runs out and says, "Look at me, Mommy! Look at me!" And as I turn around, this is what I saw.

And of course I said, "Let me take your picture!" Normally when I say this he gets annoyed and doesn't want his picture taken but he was all for it. In fact, he decided to pose like a tough man.

A tough man in a tutu and a floppy hat.

I put my camera away and he scurried back into the playroom where I heard more giggling and then he came out dressed like this:

He had changed skirts and added some lovely pink heels. And he requested that I take another photo. And of course, I obliged.

He and his sister retreated back into the playroom and he came back out like this:

But I think the skirt, boa and pink teddy bear were too much for his testosterone to handle because the next time he came out of the playroom, he looked like this:

A pirate with a gun. Now that's more like it.

And Daddy, you can rest easy. I don't think the dresses, heels and boa will be a permanent play item for Peter.

It was just a fun afternoon of playing make believe with Sarah. And Mommy's camera.