I love this child

It all started out innocently enough. An afternoon at the skatepark, little going on. It was all Gable's fault. He had bought a mullet wig the day before and was skating around with it under his helmet. I got the brilliant idea that Jonah could wear the wig and dress up as me. NOT that I have a mullet. I do not. That was the 80's and though I may or may not have had a very hip and trendy girl mullet, I am not a mullet mom. I just happen to have very black hair right now that is the same shade as the wig. Jonah thought the wig idea was great, but what if he could skate in my sandals, huh? How great would that be? It was his idea and although I had my reservations about skating in sandals, I let him try it out. This, my friends, is when the laughter started. Seeing a 13-year old boy in his mama's sandals will get you going.
He proceeded to put on the hideous wig. He's a beauty. But why, oh why does he have his shirt off?
Because this child, my firstborn son, is far more secure of his masculinity than most. He went with my idea of exchanging shirts. Not just any shirt, but a totally girly mom-shirt. He went for it, kit and caboodle. My boy...sniff...
With this profile, how could anyone believe this was me? Oh sure, he's only half the size of me, and of course he has no chest, but seriously people, is my hair this bad?!
Look at the other boys though. They now have blackmail for years on their brother. I don't think Jonah cares though. He laughed as hard as any of us. He just didn't pee his pants though...