My sweet little boy

I swear if it weren't for his rough and tumble, spitting, hitting little boy attitude, my son should have been born with a vagina. He is a master at applying lip gloss. And none of that Burts Bees Stuff either. He wants sparkly Bonnie Bell. Strawberry, vanilla sugar. He likes his toe nails painted. Pink...he likes them painted pink. And his new obsession? Shoes. LOVES them to pieces. Has to have them on his feet at all times. He will cry and cry until I hand him a pair. And yes, at two he is skilled in putting them on himself. On the right feet no less. I just bought a new pair of flip flops and he had to put them on right then. In the store. Before paying for them. Nothing less would suffice. He's barely taken them off since. God bless him. He has his mommy's and sister's shoe fetish. Oh well....he still throws a mean right hook!