
Frankly, I wish I cared. Actually, I'm glad I don't care. The one thing I try to keep in mind when my kids want to do certain things is that they only have ONE childhood. ONE set of childhood memories. And I want them to be good ones.
If Drew wants to dress up as a Power Ranger on a hot August afternoon and then ride around on a tractor designed for a 3 year old ... who am I to stop him? He's not hurting anything. He's having a blast. That's what a childhood is for, am I right? Now, if he were 25 dressed up as a Power Ranger and riding around on a tractor, I may think a bit differently ... but for now, he's perfectly fine.
One of my kind and open minded neighbors walked by and made a comment to both me and Drew about his choice of clothing ... words that are not even worth repeating. Why she had a problem with it, I don't know. I don't think it's any of her business and I feel sorry for her children who are obviously not going to be able to have the kind of fun kids like to have ... because she'll be too worried about what people think.
It's a shame, really!