The Diva’s school pictures are tomorrow. She has been putting outfits together, deciding what she will wear, and picking the pose she wants.
The Captain, caught up in the madness, asked when HIS school pictures are. I told him and then said “I’d like you to wear the black shirt with the pony on it.” I walked into the other room to see the Postman smirking and shaking his head.
Him: He’s not a Polo kind of kid, Buffy.
Me: Yeah, but it’s black and he’ll probably be sporting a mohawk. It’s called compromise.
In my defense, he picked out the shirt himself the day we went school shopping, and I don’t even think he knows who Ralph Lauren is.
But it still made me a little happy. Is that wrong?
What a strange power there is in clothing. ~Isaac Bashevis Singer