My little metro

I'm raising a little metrosexual.

• If I pull out a shirt at a clothing store, he gives his opinion: "No, not that one... the purple one! That's a girl color."
• When we're getting dressed in the morning, he'll look at my clothes and pull out a pair of shoes for me - sometimes a good pick, sometimes they leave a little something to be desired (No, honey, the 4" heels don't do it for me, I'm wearing a tank top and shorts today).
• If we're in the decorating section in Ikea he'll look at a vase and tell me we need that vase, "It's a good one."
• Sometimes he wants "pineapple" hair (spiky), sometimes a "shark mohawk" and sometimes he must have it flat.
• He insists on brushing his teeth (not a bad thing at all).
• He likes slathering on chapstick (but not girl chapstick!)

Now, he's coming to me, shows me clothes that he's picked out and says, "does this match?".

On the upside, he's picking out his own clothes and getting (mostly) dressed by himself!  Whoo Hoo!

Behold, the midget closet.  Everything is within reach of a 41" child.