This is apparently what happens when you leave your son with his friend... who's a four-year-old girl. Taylor stayed with my friend Lindsay while we were at the hospital when Erik was born (bless her heart for being willing to keep Taylor for an entire day AND overnight- I owe her forever for taking care of our child who has more energy than a power plant). He absolutely adores his friend Sam, and, of course, wants to do whatever she's doing. Unfortunately, Sam wanted to be the epitome of girly that day (I suppose it's only unfortunate for Taylor when he brings his fiance' home for us to meet her... for everyone else, it's pretty darn funny).
We've officially decided that he would make a horribly ugly girl... and would never get asked to prom.
Footnote: Yes, you are correct in your musings on whether Taylor is playing with his nipples in the picture on the right. I have no idea why, but he tends to do that.