My boys discovered the dress-up clothes at my parents'. I want my brothers to know that I had NOTHING to do with this. I buttoned the buttons. I took the pictures. Now, years back, I would have offered to curl their hair. And had they been my little brothers, they may have let me (they did a couple of times), so they could have hair to match their alter-ego names ending in with sweet diminutive "a's." But this time, the dresses were ditched for boots before you could even say nylons. So there are still no little girls here, but my Mom thinks Isaac would have been a cute one!
