I do not like t-shirts.
There, I said it. OK, now don't get me wrong, I like them the first few times they are worn but after that they look worn and raggedy and worn stretched and I just...don't...like...them.
My boys are typical boys. They love their t-shirts. They love their black t-shirts.
Kody loves his black t-shirts with skulls and Kolin likes his black t-shirts with skateboard company logos smacked on them.
I am sooooo over black t-shirts, seriously, they wear the same 5 all the time.
Last week after I washed them, I hid them for a day. I thought they'd each have a stinkin' coronary.
Anyway, there is a point to this.
Two nights ago I asked the boys to wear polo shirts to school the next day and they both gave me a two thumbs down
But, it is so not like me to quit.
I begged, I pleaded, I bribed and then I went into a mini "your so hurting my heart" hysteric.
It worked. They let me pick out their outfits for school the next day. WOO-HOO!!!!!
Because it will be months before I see this again, Kody let me snap a few...
That was just one of maybe three. Kolin on the other hand disappeared as soon as the camera came out. After a long day at school dressed in a blue striped polo shirt, the last thing he wanted to do was fake a smile.
I'll get him next time, mark my word. :0)
Have a great day everyone...whats left of it anyway, I know it's late.