Last night, when Owen and I were laying out his clothes for school today, he came across an old black sweater vest from last Christmas and wanted to wear it with a long-sleeved black shirt underneath it. Not one to discourage individuality, I said nothing negative about his choice of garments and continued to get them ready.
Owen then started telling me about his friend who said that fancy clothes aren’t cool, but that he didn’t agree. I told him that I didn’t agree either. And since Owen had been listening to ZZ Topp’s “Sharp-Dressed Man” all day long, I explained to him that “every girl’s crazy ’bout a sharp-dressed man.” He dug that!
This morning, he decided to wear something different, because he “didn’t want the girls to be all over me at school.” He’s just not ready to be adored for more than his dimples, I guess!