A brief story, happened tonight and I had to share.
My wife and I were on the couch, watching Ru Paul’s Drag Race. Towards the end, my eight-year-old son came out and sat of the couch to see what we were watching. After a minute, he started ducking his head and hiding his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” my wife asked.
“Nothing. I just can’t watch this,” he replied.
“Because,” he said, still averting his eyes, “They’re freaky! It’s like they’re guys, but they’re dancing around like girls. I can’t watch that! It’s too weird!”
To my wife’s credit, she immediately tried to correct him, saying that there was nothing wrong with it and that boys and girls could dress however they wanted to dress. She knew I’d heard him, though.
Ugh! This is the kid that, at some point, I’m supposed to tell about my secret. That I’m the freaky, weird dad who likes to dress up like a girl. Talk about killing my mood for the night! Sigh …