Bree Wagner
03-27-2012, 09:53 PM
My three and a half year old daughter is a very observant, energetic, and talkative young lady who I couldn't love more. One of the things I try very hard to do is not lie to her about anything, but I also don't want to put too much about daddy's crossdressing in front of her unless she's ready for it and understands there might be some places not to talk about it. I'm hoping that's quite a few years off. Anyways, here's where it already gets interesting and kinda funny.
I recently got back home from two weeks at a training class with plenty of time to dress up and had quite a bit of laundry to do when I got home both work clothes and my 'other' clothes. Now my daughter loves to 'help' so when I was changing the wash I'd hand her things from the washer to put in the dryer. She'd give them a glance and say "Dis is yours?" or "Dis is momma's?" before tossing it in the dryer.. First time to try not to lie when whe picked something of mine that was supposedly momma's. The best I could come up with then was non-committed grunting. Mmmmmm or perhaps ehhhhhhhhhhh. She seemed to accept it.
A few days later I got home from work and, as always, she was immediately all over me with hugs and was following me everywhere. This day she decided to follow me upstairs as I went to get changed. She insisted on helping me get my boots off and I thought "What's the harm in that?" I had forgotten that I hadn't yet taken the toenail polish of my feet since the trip and as she took my boot off there was a big hole over my two middle toes that I hadn't noticed while getting dressed in the dark. She of course saw and said "Daddy, you paint your toes like me and momma do?" Crap, I thought. What now? No lying. Inspiration struck - distraction! I said "Do you have painted nails" as I curled my toes under my feet. This immediately launched her into a discussion of momma painting her nails as she showed me the tiny slivers that remained on her fingers. Now I was in a good place to ask for a few minutes of privacy to get changed and she happily agreed and hasn't brought up the toes yet. No lies. :D
Now to take that polish off before I go to the gym tomorrow...
-Bree
I recently got back home from two weeks at a training class with plenty of time to dress up and had quite a bit of laundry to do when I got home both work clothes and my 'other' clothes. Now my daughter loves to 'help' so when I was changing the wash I'd hand her things from the washer to put in the dryer. She'd give them a glance and say "Dis is yours?" or "Dis is momma's?" before tossing it in the dryer.. First time to try not to lie when whe picked something of mine that was supposedly momma's. The best I could come up with then was non-committed grunting. Mmmmmm or perhaps ehhhhhhhhhhh. She seemed to accept it.
A few days later I got home from work and, as always, she was immediately all over me with hugs and was following me everywhere. This day she decided to follow me upstairs as I went to get changed. She insisted on helping me get my boots off and I thought "What's the harm in that?" I had forgotten that I hadn't yet taken the toenail polish of my feet since the trip and as she took my boot off there was a big hole over my two middle toes that I hadn't noticed while getting dressed in the dark. She of course saw and said "Daddy, you paint your toes like me and momma do?" Crap, I thought. What now? No lying. Inspiration struck - distraction! I said "Do you have painted nails" as I curled my toes under my feet. This immediately launched her into a discussion of momma painting her nails as she showed me the tiny slivers that remained on her fingers. Now I was in a good place to ask for a few minutes of privacy to get changed and she happily agreed and hasn't brought up the toes yet. No lies. :D
Now to take that polish off before I go to the gym tomorrow...
-Bree