Two in a Tutu

My little brother always wanted to play with me; whether it was dolls, doctor--and I fed him Cheerios while he lay sick in bed, or dress up. He was even willing to wear dresses, a wig, and go by the name, Tiffany. He turned out fine--I would go so far as to say, fabulous! So I have faith that our little boy will also grow up just fine and that this will be the first of many times Karsten is willing to cooperate and play along with what his big sister wants to do. I think he looks awfully cute in a pink tutu.