Sunday, January 27, 2008

At Least I'm Doing Something Right

On the way home from church, Jackson put forth a request:

"Mom, when I get home, can I change into my Brooks Brothers shirt for the afternoon?"

My pride swelled as I realized he understood that to dress casually doesn't mean you have to look sloppy. No sagging pajama pants and yellowed running shirts necessary. Not that I wear stuff like that...

My mind raced, and I pictured him cruising the university campus subtley attracting the ladies, but too absorbed throwing the football with friends to notice...

After we pulled into the garage, Jackson ran upstairs, threw off his Gap sweater and played Legos all afternoon looking quite handsome.

At least he didn't ask to wear this.