And, because I really need to blurt this out:
You're so full of shit it's a wonder your eyes aren't brown. Seriously. Who are you trying to convince? You or me? Don't be an ass. It doesn't suit you, and what's more? You're better than that.
You're so full of shit it's a wonder your eyes aren't brown. Seriously. Who are you trying to convince? You or me? Don't be an ass. It doesn't suit you, and what's more? You're better than that.

) and all the boy stuff, but he also has a play kitchen (which I painted in orange and green... do you know how hard it is to find a bloody play kitchen that isn't girlified?!) He also has a little crib where he tucks in his stuffed animals at night.
I want him to know it's ok to have a nurturing side. It's ok to like to cook. It's ok to play rough and it's ok to play gentle. Hopefully, with luck and love, we'll have a well-rounded kid on our hands by the time he flies the nest. That's the best any of us can hope for, eh?
. Although I was unable to resist a bowl and plate with the fetching turquoise and pink tartan - after all I am Scottish