Today Seth starts 5th grade – or middle school, as they call at his school. So, now, he gets to wear the big boy shirt. Prior to this, he wore a cotton polo shirt that made him so precious. Now he wears a short-sleeve button-down that he doesn’t love.
“Why does it feel so funny?” he asked this morning. “It’s so stiff and hard,” as he tried to configure the collar. This must lend a lot to my mothering skills and the fact that I never make my children wear formal clothing. The guys in my family even wear short-sleeve polo shirts to Easter Mass.
I concluded this morning’s conversation by informing him that men still like to torture themselves by wearing ties and long-sleeve dress shirts in the summer. Why our society still requires this sadistic manner of dress is beyond me, but he sure did look handsome going to school today.