Pictures

The morning of September 15th was a difficult one in my house. I had a collared shirt matched with a sweater vest for Alex to wear that day since it was picture day!! Presumably, this would not be a difficult sale to sell…..it wasn’t like I had him wearing a pink ruffled dress.

He took one look at the outfit and protested “mom, I’ll look like a dork!” I reassured him that he will look very handsome and sweet. Aunts, uncles, grandpa, and great grandparents will be displaying this picture proudly in their homes and it’s important that he looks his best I explained. In the back of my mind, however, I’m wondering how a child who can strut proudly out of the house with holes in his t-shirt, mismatched socks, floodwater pants, and his hair sticking up all over the place and feeling perfectly fine about himself can honestly accuse a button down shirt and a sweater vest of making him look like “a dork”

The argument ended with a very simple “I’m the mom, you’re the child, and this is what you’re wearing” and he complied….or so I thought. He had a look on his face when he left the car that concealed the mischievous plot he had in his mind.



That turkey removed the sweater vest the minute he arrived in the school! The look on his face reads “hurry before my mom catches me without that stupid sweater vest”