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For some reason, whenever Asher and Gabe role-play various scenarios, Ash always wants my husband to be a girl.

He wanted his dad to be a “big old queen.”

More recently, while playing superheros, he told Gabe he had to be Superwoman because his arms looked like a girl.

And today, to really cap things off, Ash insisted that they play “The Wizard of Oz…”

And the role Gabe would play?

Would he while away the hours as the scarecrow?

Uh-uh.

Tin Man?

If Asher only had a heart.

Lion?

Imposserous.

Asher jammed a stuffed dog into a Halloween jack-o-lantern basket and handed it to Gabe unceremoniously.

“You be Dorothy,” he said.

Obviously.

As the picture above indicates, Gabe was less than enthused.

But he’s a good sport.

To be fair, Asher was playing the role of a chick as well, albeit a much less-feminine one.

So the Wicked Witch chased Dorothy around our house.

And Gabe gamely skipped up and down the yellow brick road, with a bulldog in a basket dangling off his elbow.

And my first impulse is to pat myself on the back since it seems to indicate that we’ve done a good job not enforcing gender stereotypes around here.

But I guess if your son is always forcing his father to be a girl, maybe it’s just that he’s got them a little backwards.

And now, because I have no idea how to end this post, I’m just gonna gratuitously say, “There’s no place like home.”

Whatever that means.