After my little mishap with The Boy's dress pants (post graduation), I thought I would never again see The Boy all spiffed up. As luck would have it, I have actually found his "missing" dress pants. The only negative is that I didn't find them until after buying him a new suit. Can you believe it? Those pants have spent the last 5 months not in the landfill, but hanging in the back of my closet. How do I explain this? Simply said, I can't.
The Boy called me last week to inform me that he needed a suit. This is the same boy who has never owned a suit... Has never worn a suit... Has never had need for a suit... Actually owns a t-shirt that says "Suits Suck."
After much creative negotiating (on my part) I consented to buying The Boy his suit. He is now the proud owner of a gray suit with pinstripes. And I have to say it, he does look handsome in his suit.
The Boy donned his new suit, put in his new contact lenses, and knotted his tie. He looked so grown up! Of course, he is in college now, maybe he actually is growing up... What a thought!
But now, on any given occasion, he has his choice of dress pants or a full fledged suit. Who woulda thunk... And how many of those occasions do you think will come his way? Plenty, I hope!
