When I was pregnant with Tate, I remember being advised on more that one occassion how there would be a time when he would insist on wearing something totally off the wall. You know, his superman pajamas to the mall, his turtle neck sweater and cowboy boots in July, or in my case, his swim goggles to the Arboretum.
I was actually quite proud of myself. I didn't insist that he take them off. I did as I was advised and just let him have his moment. I even happily obliged when asked to help him put them on and fix them when they would slide of his head. I wasn't embarassed. In fact, I was honored to be the mother of "that" kid and smiled proudly with every whisper.
And, of course, took lots of photos. Because before long, girls will come knocking and I can't think of a better way to send them packing . . .
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