My makeup sponge turned up in my 10-year old son's bedroom this afternoon. As he retrieved it for me he first said he "forgot" why it was in there, then he amended that to a puzzling, "I was just playing with it."
So. An innocent goofball kid game, preteen explorations of gender identity, or a creepy Oedipal thing I don't want to entertain further?
Discuss. But gently, please.
