Cross-Dresser

Whitney and Brad are in town, so I had the kids up late last night at my parent's house until 10:30. When Sam woke up at 6:45 this morning I was not having it. I took him into our room to sleep with me. He started spouting off requests, one of them being juice. As he was drinking it, he spilled it all over his shirt and immediately started crying for some dry clothes. I was half-asleep and was too lazy to walk all the way to his room, so I just grabbed something for him to wear from my closet.

He totally pulls it off in my opinion.