Dude Looks Like A Lady
April 17, 2006
You know those days, where you think about the future and wonder if your son will go on the Oprah Show and say, “I knew I was gay when I was 21 months old?”
Yeah that has happened to me today.
Troll Baby LOVES Dora the Explorer and at my insistance, my in-laws were kind enough to buy a Dora dolly for him for Easter. He and I missed the family Easter dinner because his flu that turned into a cold has now morphed into an ear infection. If it morphs again into leprosy or malaria, I’m booking it outta here.
So when Daddy and Dylan walked in last night, stuffed with turkey and potatoes, they brought Dear Dora with them, and I cracked open her box to give her to Troll Baby. God that sounds rude. Don’t disrespect the Dora.
“Dowa Dowa!!!” Troll Baby was THRILLED with her, and pointed excitedly at her hairbrush which was still in the box. I pulled it out and he immediately sat on the carpet and began to brush her hair.
Today, Dowa hasn’t left his side long enough to The Explorer anything. She came with us to the dentist, to the chiropractor, for a nap, and her face has been on every floor in my house, if only momentarily forgotten. On the way out of the house for one of the errands, Troll Baby insisted I button her coat like I buttoned his sweater. My heart must have melted 100 times today.
So maybe one day, Troll Baby will be a good father, a wonderful nurse, a ballet dancer…. or maybe he will end up on Oprah’s stage proclaiming his love for men. As long as he’s happy.
Tomorrow I’m going to paint his nails and teach him to sing “If I could turn back time.” Oh and Jazz Hands!
