Pretty in Pink

My boys. My boys. Sigh. I live among so much testosterone, it's quite surprising I haven't grown a nut yet. Alas, in the rare moments that they do things to make me all melty and girly - it's fun to share. For me. Maybe not you? Anyway....

We went to a “super bowl” party yesterday. Only half of the attendees actually watched the game. For me - it was an excuse to hang w/ my besties and let our kids run around and beat the shit out of entertain each other.

Big Kiss (4 ½) was aware of this plan all week and was stoked. He got up on Sunday morning and got dressed before even coming out of his room. So he comes downstairs dressed in his Pink Polo – with the collar popped. To his credit, he did ask me to fix the collar (dammit)…but it just made me happy.

Little things.

Right away - Mr. Kiss is all “What’s with the pink?!”

Know what my little cherub answered? “It’s almost the holiday, Daddy!” WITH attitude. Like DUH, Daddy!?

Of course, then the little one wanted to wear his pink shirt, as well – be still my Boy Momma Heart!

They wouldn’t take daddy’s “Are you Kidding me?” No for an answer and so – the icing on my cuppycake – Mr. Kiss had to take them to the town’s pancake breakfast, by himself.

Yep. Poor Daddy. Had to stand back and watch his lil' boys run around their future high-school gym covered in syrup and sportin’ their pink polos.

Heh.

The boys were a hit at the party, too – the cutest kids there if I do say so myself. See:

I mean, really - the "I got flashed" beads just complete the outfit, no? And the syrup down the front? That's scary.

Big Kiss - Just a one muscle shot. Because one of his guns is enough to crush you.

Bet your sweet asses, those are going on their Valentime Cards to their classmates. I'm cool like that.