This morning Gavin came upstairs, all dressed and ready for school. I took one look at him and had to make choice: Do I fight this or just let it go? I chose to let it go. Sure, the shirt was too big and the shorts clashed and there was a hole in the toe of the shoe, and he's not supposed to wear hats to school. But he was happy, and who am I to crush his spirit?
So he went to school looking like this:
After dropping him off, Garry called me. "Is it really picture day today?"
I think I laughed for five minutes, because it is, indeed, picture day. And of course the class shot will display the whole crazy outfit.
Did I mention that Gavin really needs a haircut and he currently has a black eye?
I think I MUST buy school pictures this year!!