Walking In His Sister's Shoes

My husband rarely drinks, so when he needed me to pick him up after a work function, I had no problem with it, and respected his responsible decision to not drive.  My kids, on the other hand, complained that we had to go out at 9:45 pm.  I told them to just throw some shoes on quickly, because we were not even planning on getting out of the car.  Brianna had just gotten a new pair of heels earlier in the day, and they were sitting near the door.  She slipped them on and Logan asked if he could wear a pair of her flip flops that were also sitting next to the door.  I said that’s fine.  As we were going down the road, Logan was talking about how the heels are a little too big for Brianna.  Logan tells her that they should switch shoes because the flip flops are too small on him and the heels would probably fit him better.  They eventually do switch.  Logan says he likes the heels.  I jokingly asked him if he wanted to wear them to school.  He surprised me by saying enthusiastically, “I wish”!  Brianna immediately stated, “He can’t wear those to school.  Kids would pick on him.”  We then started talking about how he would have to wear a wig or something.  Then Brianna said the kids would recognize his face.  This conversation went on for almost the whole ride.  I said he would have to be completely disguised.  He would have to wear a dress, make-up, a wig or a hat, and some glasses, in order for no one to recognize him.  Then Brianna pipes in and says, “oh, and you can wear a thing in your ear so mommy can tell you what to do.”  These kids!  I think they have watched too many episodes of repeat after me.
We get to my husbands work to pick him up and he is no where to be seen.  I call him a few times and he doesn’t answer.  I text him telling him we are out front.  No response.  I am starting to get annoyed because he was the one who told me he was ready to be picked up.  He gets embarrassed easily, so I was sure he would not want his son to be getting out of the car in heels, not to mention Brianna’s hair was like a nest on her head.  Then he finally walked around the corner.  Or I should say stumbled and I got out so he could see me.  He said, “come on out.  Come see everyone.”  I’m like, “um, the kids are a mess, and your son is wearing your daughter’s high heels.”  He did not care.  He grabbed the kids and flew to the dance floor with Brianna.  Logan and I had a seat and watched.  Then, after a few people complimented his shoes, the poor little guy said,  “Mommy, I am a little embarrassed now.”  So, I don’t think he wants to wear sister’s shoes to school after all.