Anyway, I was in the dressing room feeling annoyed and not paying much attention to LB when I hear, "Put it on, me. Put it on, me." I look down to see that yes, my little boy already has one arm through the strap of a brassiere, and is totally thrilled with himself.
And, much to his future chagrin, I took a picture and am sharing it with the entire world:
How much is he gonna hate me someday?