Claus isn't a cross-dresser. Really. But some recent incidents around the house sure could be taken otherwise if one didn't know.
Firstly, I commandeered one of the his dresser drawers because I had bought too many underthings and needed space. He opened up his boxer pants drawer one day and was greeted by the sight of little frilly things.
For all the funny things that happen in our house, he needs to trademark his hybrid look of confusion + amusement. "Um? Is there something I should know about myself? What kind of surgery did I have, again?"
"I'm borrowing drawer space until I figure out where to put my new lingerie. Thanks," I informed him. He usually just looks at me with a tired acceptance and moves along.
Secondly, he and I attended a celebration at surfer Carissa Moore's house after she won her second ASP Women's World Tour Champion. At the party, they handed out t-shirts for men and baby tees for women.
I guess I wear mine more, because one day he wore his and Olivia asked me, "Why is Daddy wearing your shirt?" There is no way he could fit any clothing of mine. He's tried... Just kidding!
I looked up to see what she meant and I realized it was his own manly t-shirt, so I explained to her that we both have the same shirt.
It's incidents like these that I hope she doesn't replay at school for her friends and teachers to wonder what the heck goes on at home!