Son.

Is it just me,

or do I keep stacking up experiences for which I must apologize to my sons?

So far the primary victim has been Hawkeye.

Apparently, the littlest man of our house is now current game as well.

Earlier this week, there was much giggling from the kids’ bedrooms.

(All such crimes seem to be accompanied by much much giggling.  A warning, I’m sure.)

London hops out and spreads her arms wide,

“Presenting . . . ”

Before I could see the presentation with my own two eyes, London offers an explanation.

“It’s hilarious, Momma.  Otto can wear all of our dolls’ clothes.”

And then the one-year-old fashion maverick makes his presence known.

London was right.

Otto can fit into all of their doll clothes.

The picture is scratchy – Riley grabbed a quick shot with my cell phone before Otto cut a rug back to the adoring fans.

But you have to notice – he is wearing a newborn onesie, a bathrobe for a Build-A-Bear and some American Girl bunny slippers.

The saddest part?

Otto liked his outfit, loved the attention it garnered and struggled valiantly to keep the ensemble on the entire evening.

Maybe there’s nothing to apologize for after all.