Good Nightgown, and Good Luck

The Wee Man is unquestionably weird. I love that.

One of his little foibles is his strange affection for a Little Mermaid nightgown his sister outgrew years ago. He probably outgrew it last year. Despite its tears, immortal stains and Klingeresque flair, he loves the damn thing.

His daddy does not.

He doesn’t understand why a 4-year-old boy needs a nightgown. Clearly, this man was deprived his sister’s hand-me-downs as a child. That explains a lot.

So when the Wee Man requested his favorite drag outfit tonight, I realized I hadn’t seen the beloved nightie in quite some time.

“I don’t know where it is, honey. Ask Daddy.”

Daddy looked a bit uncomfortable.

“Daddy, did you do something to the nightgown?”

Daddy asked us to define “something.” I asked him to produce it from whatever hole he’d shoved it down. He sheepishly reached under a stack of books in his nightstand to retrieve the precious outfit.

The Wee Man was so happy, his daddy suffered only a mild rebuke. From him.

I was more upset. Dear John knows our boy loves the damn thing, nasty as it is. I’m always quick to redirect when either of the kids claims something is a “boy” toy/color or “girl” sport/look. I don’t want them limiting themselves based on any kind of pointless gender assignment some other jackass came up with for no good reason.

Real men wear pink, after all.

So the Wee Man is delighted with tonight’s outfit, even though there’s no Spider-Man influence to be found anywhere on Ariel’s tattered visage. I love that this kid knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to own it, no matter what.

The beloved Ariel nightgown. View and feel the pride. See that bubble wrap to the right? He likes to stomp it. In his nightgown.


The Lion, the Arachnid and his Wardrobe

The Wee Man is all about dressing up. If he were vaguely normal, I’d say his closet was a candy store in which he could be like a kid. But he’s really more like a drag queen in a costume shop with a sugar daddy’s AmEx.

This didn’t really shift into high gear until well after Halloween, and it shows no signs of subsiding just because we’re on to chocolate-coated holidays.

For weeks, he wore his Spider-Man suit all day every day. Sometimes he’d work in a little Green Lantern garb. He briefly mixed it up a little more with Star Wars/Batman/Wolverine paraphernalia that came with birthday and Christmas. Sometimes he’d wear Green Lantern over Spider-Man. Or he’d throw on a couple of his sister’s sparkly hair accessories.
There are all kinds of fashion and social rules this kid is breaking. And here’s the best part: He could not give two craps what any of us think about it.

That makes him my super hero.

Today's outfit: Spider-Man swim suit under horse blanket, toy lion around the neck, birthday crown and pink snow boots that are two sizes too small.