So earlier I took Wyatt to winn Dixie. He was holding an orange serving spoon he stole from fulvia in the kitchen. Any attempts to take it were met with hostile hitting and screaming action.

A old guy playing with him in the check out line (didnt mind him playing with him as he was not touching him just making faces and talking) made a comment. Something along the lines of don't learn to cook, that's the woman's job. I didn't comment.

I regret that now.

No, it's not "the woman's job" to cook. And he will learn to cook. He will do dishes, laundry, clean, make beds and dust. I will teach him it's ok to cry, and to sing to your children one day.

So to that old man, at the Winn Dixie in the villages in Florida.

I'm raising a real man, not some loser who relies on a woman to live!!