Individuality


Check back a few posts and you'll see a little guy pretending to be surviving in the wilderness. This is the child that literally leaves a ring around the bathtub every time, the one who I have pulled leaves out of his ears and his underwear. The one whose feet I've actually had to scrub with pumice to get clean.
And today, in his own little world, he gets dressed by himself. He emerges from his room like this, dressed up for school in his button down shirt (all-the-way buttoned and tucked in), too-small pants, dress shoes, and he also slicked his hair down with water.
(The pen and paper in his pocket are so that he can look like his Papa, a man with a habitual habit of carrying around a complete office full of paper and pens in his breast pocket.)
"Don't you think you'd want to go on a date with me?" he asks.
Well, naturally, yes. I would certainly go on a date with him.
But now I wonder just what little girl at preschool he's going to hit up for a night on the town...

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Needs and wants and dirty feet

Bedtime

The world's greatest soup