Just wishing we were fishing

Yesterday we went to play at B's house.

Art and B ran off upstairs to the girls room, while the Mummies chatted; when I went upstairs to investigate the giggling Art and B were naked they did look a picture. B had decided to change her clothes and Art had chosen to put on her discarded clothes so be could "be B". He went to the park as Bea, the shops, and played at home. To his deviation he then didn't get to the potty on time and being B had to come to an abrupt end.
Later he told me he was going to be a girl when he grows up. Why not hey?.