I Love My Small, Gay Son

Although Baby Pud loves the ladies (and has ever since he figured out that two different genders walk the earth and some of the other gender have long blonde hair), he also adores engaging in activities that garner eligibility in the Fab Five.

He is a decorating fool. He is forever rehanging anything on the walls he can reach (for better Feng Shui?) and creating little vignettes around the house by stacking and artfully draping whater tchotkes he can get his hands on. IrishBansheeMother proposes that he will be the world's first interior designer/football player.

His love for chocolate beats out that of any PMS queen. He eats chocolate and he goes in to his own world. Heroin could never compete.

He has a new obsession with fabric. This goes with the decorating thing I suppose, but he is fascinated with the sewing machine. I've already made him two spiderman throw pillows and am working on making him a matching throw blanket. He has grand plans to redo the whole house...and HE is going to pick out the fabric. Currently a toss-up between Spider-Man and blue sequins.

Today, however, he topped all. I was painting my toenails a coppery color, and he asked me to do his fingernails. Now this on its own is not what tops all. He has had his fingernails and toenails painted many times before, been made over by Mowweee and CoffeeBean many times before, and is even known for wearing his sister's clothes around the house on occasion (and props to Mowweee's school for not blinking an eye when he came in to pick her up wearing her hot pink butterfly jacket).

What topped all today was AFTER I painted his fingernails. He decided he wanted the color right back OFF. Not because it was girly or sloppily applied. But because he thought it didn't properly match his Batman shirt.

Carson Kressley and Austin Scarlett? Step aside. There's a new sheriff in town.