This is what my kids looked like on the first day of school. They look pretty cute, if I do say so myself. You would never guess (maybe) that I had to beg and plead with most of them to wear something nice. I was told more than once, by more than one child, that he or she was old enough to choose his or her own clothing. I promised that after the first day of school I wouldn't be so controlling. I just needed a picture, that's all. They complied.
Day 2. Sadly, I have no picture. But Grant came downstairs wearing some gray athletic shorts and a stretched out, wrinkled Spiderman t-shirt. I shared my opinion ("It looks like you are wearing jammies, Grant." "Mom, this is comfortable!") and then I let it go. After all, a promise is a promise.
As we were waiting for the bus he looks at me with some alarm and says, "Mom, I forgot to change my shirt!" Whoa, what? "Yeah, I slept in this last night!"
I did not say, "I told you so." I did not panic. And the boy went to school wearing the same shirt he slept in.
I suppose this is what happens when you have 5 kids.
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