Thursday, December 12, 2013

My Little Fashionista

My son Cameron found me in the kitchen washing the breakfast dishes and began complaining, "Daddy --- look how Mommy had me dress today!"

I looked up from the sink full of dishes to see how my husband had outfitted our son.

A short-sleeve floral print knit skater dress with elasticized waist adorned his body and white skimmers adorned his feet. White tights encased his legs and his short haircut was brushed forward to give him bangs that were held in place with a pair of white barrettes. A white purse, slung over his shoulder, completed the outfit.

His eyes were lightly made up --- just a touch of liner and mascara and a hint of eyeshadow. Pink lip gloss highlighted his lips and he might have had a light touch of blush, too, but I wasn't sure. Either way, his makeup, as well as his whole presentation was befitting a 12-year-old.

"What's the matter, Cammi? You look very pretty," I replied.

"Thank you, Daddy, but I can't go to school dressed like this," he whined.

"Why not?" I asked.

"The other boys will make fun of me," he replied.

"I don't understand why they would," was my perplexed retort.

"White --- after Labor Day!"  he exclaimed anxiously.





Source: Femulate Archives

Father and son, circa 1930.






Wearing Jump.

2 comments:

  1. I like your gender flipping reveries. The last line was a nice surprise.
    It was a variation of a paraprosdokian. That is a figure of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phase is surprising or unexpected, frequently humerous.
    I will email you a few for your amusement. I like paraprosdokians in much the same way that I appreciate irony.
    Pat

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    1. Dear Pat and Stana,

      My favorite late night comedian, Craig Ferguson, uses paraprosdokians once or twice in every show ... and IN PUBLIC, too (how daring). After each paraprosdokian, he'll say "see what I did there" to his skeleton robot, Jeffrey Peterson. Craig frequently kids about himself wearing women's clothing ... hmmm ... I wonder ...

      Love,

      Sheila



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