Boys and Baby Dolls

Sully was bored with sitting at home on Monday, so we took a drive.  I decided we wanted to quickly browse through south towne Goodwill since I am always looking for old, cool furniture.  The minute I pulled into the parking lot I saw it.  The most perfect, beautiful little white baby doll crib I have ever seen.  It was out on the sidewalk in front of Goodwill as part of a display that was set up outside.  I was immediately drawn to it.  I slowly walked past it, staring at it and saw it was only $2.99?!?  What a deal!  I tried to push it out of my mind as I headed into the store (after all, I have a little BOY, not a little GIRL).  Once inside the store, I actually found the perfect 1970s end table for Sully's room so I brought that up to the counter.  Wouldn't you know that I forgot my wallet in the car?  As I quickly ran out to my car, I couldn't resist it a second time.  I ripped the tag off of the crib and had her to ring that up for me as well when I went back into the store.  I left with these two items:

As I drove away with the baby doll crib in my car, I thought "I can give it to one of my friends who has a little girl."  But I truly loved the little thing already and it pained me to think I would just give it away.  Then I thought, "I will keep it in case I have a little girl of my own someday."  Yeah, I will just keep it, in case.  But then I thought, why do I have to keep it "in case"?  Why can't Sully play with it?  Why can't a little boy have a baby doll crib?  If little girls practice being "mommys,"  why can't little boys practice being "daddys"?  So I decided it will be Sully's baby doll crib.  When I got home and told the hubs about it, you would have thought I told him I was going to start feeding the kid marbles.  He thought it was weird and a silly idea.  What do you think?  Is it weird?  If so, why?  I am I crazy, wrong, silly?

Anyway, here is where the 1970s table found a home (I would have thought I would have NEVER actually bought a table like this a few years ago as I am sure there was a time when one could not wait to get rid of such a thing.  I think most of my parents friends had an end table or two like this.)
 

Fits in perfectly!