salon.com – Matt Cheplic
One day early last fall, I returned from a long day at work and discovered my son in a dress. And not just any dress. A Snow White dress.
Luke was 4 years old at the time, so his games of make-believe were varied and whimsical. Sometimes he’d inform me that he was a baby and refuse to answer my questions because “babies don’t talk.” Other times he’d sprint through our kitchen because a bear had invaded his bedroom. Still, these bouts of role-playing didn’t prepare me for the vision of my only son in puffy blue sleeves and a canary yellow hoop skirt.