Okay, Maybe He Was Right

We have this friend, I'll call him Matt since that is his name, who teases me about this post.  Even though the pink chairs are gone, we still have the strollers, the dolls, the doll cradle, and even a doll house.  All of my boys have gone through a slight feminine stage: Jack liked to have his toe nails painted, Micah loved to take care of his 'baby'. But Finn takes it to a whole new level.

This is his purse. He makes sure it is full of everything he may need: wallet, cars, binoculars. Then it goes on his arm and he is ready. As we head into the store Finn says, "Mommy purse, my purse".

Yep, that's my boy.