Boy in Training

Ryan spent the majority of Sunday trying to undo the damage I caused. He and Douglas watched five hours of uninterrupted football together. They ate roast beef sandwiches and I believe several cans of Dr. Pepper were involved. There were manly grunts and high-fives exchanged. I wouldn’t even be surprised if Ryan taught Doug a few testosterone-laced phrases such as “for shizzle” and “Hey man, waz-uuuuup?”

You see, because my cub spends day in and day out with the mama bear, he may have adapted a few of my non-masuline characteristics. For example, when he and I go shopping he runs his fingers along the rows of clothing and squeaks “Ohhhhh, how cute!” I don’t think he learned that from Ryan.

Then there is the cross-dressing. Doug likes to try on me and Ryan’s shoes, but particularly enjoys the challenge of my high heels.

Douglas watches me get ready in the morning. He has now mastered the art of blush and mascara.

But the final straw was when we caught Douglas in the bedroom with my Evenflo Comfort Select yesterday. He was pumping. It made the list of my top ten favorite Douglas moments.