When one of my sons was almost three years old he went through a cross-dressing phase. My husband and I indulged his interest in wearing tutus and princess dresses and he loved to go shopping with me for them.
Anyway, one day we ordered a pizza to be delivered. When the pizza guy arrived, we invited him in while we were getting the cash. I glanced up and saw him looking quizzically at my son who was dressed in full Cinderella regalia.
At that moment I felt a a surge of protectiveness come over me and I looked “hard” at the pizza guy with a “Say something and I will END YOU.”
To his everlasting
instinct for survival desire for a tip credit, he did not say a word.
If only that look worked as well on my kids *sigh*
(Shortly after my son started preschool his cross-dressing stopped, due either to the reactions of his classmates or loss of interest. I’m not sure which).