All in a day's work

Today during a play therapy session, I got to be the "husband." And as the husband, I got to wear a power rangers shirt, a clown tie, and a tiara (the closest thing we could find to a king's crown). On the way to the office, I was told that I would be the husband today because "you look like a boy." Really, how do I look like a boy? "Because you have short hair." On the way into the playroom, I was told that normally husbands are taller. Sure, I'm not even tall enough to be a seven year old's imaginary husband. Sheesh. Rough crowd. And unfortunately for all of you, there is no picture to commemorate my stint as a power rangers, clown tie, tiara wearing husband!