Last night, I neatly laid out my son’s shirt that I had chosen for picture day. It is soft and trendy, a handsome olive green with buttons. He is an especially easy-going child and has never before not followed my “suggestion” of clothing when it mattered to me.
This morning, my son came down for breakfast completely ready for school in camo shorts and a black Lego t-shirt. His hair was combed and his socks were on; as far as he was concerned, he was ready. Read the rest of this entry »