So picture this (because you have to, because I don’t have a camera. Right? Riiiiight.): Beanie, in his flaming cargo board shorts, paired with a button-down bowling shirt with flames on it. Worn over a cal-trans orange t-shirt. His hair is flaming orange. He dons some red plastic dollar store shades. And. For the cherry on top: Cowboy boots. (Boots I picked up at a the thrift store that are too big, and come to his knees.) This. Is. What. He. Wore. Today.
To school. Yes. I am serious.
There is enough in my life that I have to battle with this boy over- his sense of fashion is not one one of them. Pleased as punch with his matching skills and said “Look Mama! I’m flamin”!”
Why, yes, my dear. So you are.