Yes, it's true. I have a fashionista on my hands. Given a choice, she will always pick the frilly skirt and fancy shoes. And the Paul Frank monkey. So, you know - whatever.
Otto is not without his own style, however. His usual uniform consists of shorts and a LEGO t-shirt, as previously mentioned. Today he decided to mix it up, wearing black soccer shorts and a black t-shirt with a dinosaur skeleton screen-printed in white. He was quite proud of himself for thinking of color-coordinating to that degree, I think. He made a pretty cute Black Bart, but don't tell him I said so. He's moving beyond "cute." He's so cool now that I'm not allowed a full-on goodbye hug in the morning. I might get a one-armed hug, or a peck on the cheek as he races off to meet his buds.
Yeah, he'll hug the guys, but not his mom.
Such is the thanks I get for all those fruitless hours of labor and subsequent surgery...
Ha ha, though - vengeance will be mine! He'll be trapped in the car with me for HOURS this week, forced to answer all sorts of annoying mom questions like "what are you reading?" or playing slug-a-bug or license plate bingo. I can't wait!
(We're taking off for vacation soon, heading to KS to see some people. If you don't hear from me this week that's probably why.)
