It's not something just any guy would let his kids do to him. Hell, it's not something *I* would let my kids do to me-if I had kids. It's one thing to sit down and watch kids play dress-up, it's a whole other thing to actually let them include *YOU* in the game. Most men think they're too tough to do it. Most `real' men won't do it.

But he does. He's sitting there with his two little girls on the couch now, legs crossed casually at the ankles, a bright pink fluffy boa around his neck, a silver bow sitting atop his head. He looks like he's having the time of his life-and I bet he is. He doesn't get to spend much time with his daughters anymore. Not since her royal bitchness found out about us and demanded a court order to keep them away from him.

Apparently she thinks we're going to turn her little girls gay or something. I can't help but laugh as I watch the younger one, only six years old, try to stuff Dave's huge size 14 feet into a pair of delicate pink high heels too many sizes to small. If anything, they're helping him look even more gay and effeminate.

He's heard me laugh and now he's looking up at me with this gorgeous grin on his face. His head cocks to one side and he gestures for me to move closer.

"Why don't you join in, Chris? The girls would have so much fun doing your hair."

I don't think so, David. Not today. I shake my head and settle further back into my chair. Today I'm content to just sit here and watch them. Besides, I don't want to butt in. Like I said, he hardly gets any time with them so I don't want to be in the way when he actually does get to be with his girls. It wouldn't be fair.

"Daddy, can I paint your nails?"

"Not now, baby. Daddy's gotta go to work tomorrow morning and what would his bosses say if their security guard had bright pink nails?" He takes the bottle of nail polish his younger daughter is holding out and sets it on the coffee table. "But I tell you what," he adds as he sees her face fall, "Next time you're here you can paint my nails whatever you want, okay?"

"Yay!"

"Hey, Dad..."

He turns to look at the other one. She holds out a bag full of Barbie dolls.

"Will you play dolls with us?"

"Of course I will." He reaches out a hand and selects a doll from out of the bag. "Oh, isn't she a regular fashion plate..." His eyes twinkle as he looks at the naked doll in his hand. "We better get some clothes on her fast."

His girls giggle as he sorts through the tiny outfits that are not scattered across the floor. I join in. Afterall, it's not everyday that you see a 6'6", 300 lbs man playing Barbies. Especially if said man is covered in tattoos and piercings like Dave is. It's truly a sight to behold. His large fingers fumble with the small buttons on the shirt he's now trying to slip on his doll and his girls both reach out to help him.

"Daddy, I can do it! Lemme do it!"

"Dad! You're gonna break it!"

"I won't...break...it...I'm fine..." he mumbles as he still tries to dress the doll.

"Chris! Tell Daddy he's gonna break the buttons!"

He looks up at me, and I see those eyes challenging me. He wants to do this himself and I'll be damned if I butt in now. I slip my hands behind my head and yawn.

"Now girls, if your Dad wants to dress the Barbie then let him dress the Barbie," I tell them, "Besides," I add as an afterthought, "If he rips the clothes then that just means he has to take you out and get you new ones."

The girls giggle as I wink at them. They're too adorable for words as they watch their father dress the other dolls as well. Their little faces are turned up toward him, eyes glowing with adoration, and he's just eating it up. He holds up the doll he's now managed to dress and they both cheer loudly, causing him to look over at me and grin.

"Love you," I mouth to him as I look back. I blow a small kiss to him.

"Love too," he mouths back before turning his attention once more to his girls.

I watch him pick up his doll and start moving her around the floor, his voice squeaking as he tries to adopt a feminine voice. His girls lean their heads on either side of his body as they dress and undress their dolls again and again. And he's still got that ridiculously fluffy pink boa around his neck.

Now *THAT* is a real man.