Poor Claus, living with all this female energy: a woman, a girl, and two female pets. I have mentioned here before that we've squeezed him out of most of the house space such that his domain now includes his bathroom (kingdom!) and the garage. No, make that a quadrant of the garage where he stores his sports gear.
The other week, I left a lavendar scent packet in the dryer by accident, and he threw in his jujitsu gi. When he fished it out later, he noticed the smell. "And now I have to go to jujitsu in this?! What will the guys think??" carped the black belt.
I laughed quite a bit. "Sorry... but that is so funny!"
"No!" he shook his head.
Then, because we have Olivia in dance lessons, and the teacher has rules on how to style the hair, I stored a bunch of ponytail holders in his SUV by the gear shift. Rainbow colored rubber bands. "They're right here in case you take her one day without me," I said.
"This manly car is turning all girly!" he sighed.
He knows it's a losing battle. Already in his manly car, there's a light purple Dora the Explorer booster seat.
Claus should be reassured that at least I haven't touched his bathroom. Yet.