I'm A Little Worried

About my boy. My son is my only boy so far, and the kid is home with me and his two sisters all day. This manifests in lots of different ways, mostly that he pushes a stroller around the house instead of trucks (which he has, just doesn't play with) and playing dress up with plastic heels and pink purses. And the occasional tiara, sigh.

But today, things came to a head. I was working, sitting on the sofa. My son was pushing the baby doll around in the stroller, said, "she's sad". Aww, he has empathy, he's picking up his baby to comfort her. But what does he do?

HE PICKS UP THE BABY, LIFTS HIS SHIRT, AND STARTS TO BREASTFEED HER.

Sigh. The boy needs a brother, pronto. In the meantime, I'll be tuning in to more Handy Manny and Bob the Builder, as well as butching up his wardrobe. It's all jeans and camouflage from now on! OK maybe not totally, but we'll for sure focus on more boy stuff.

Now about that baby brother, I'm hoping to eek another seven or eight months out of this break, but we'll see. You never know when a baby is coming when you're me, it's like a grand game surprise where someone scares the crap out of you for a minute, until you're flooded with joy at seeing them again!