Alas, for the past few days, someone has been telling everyone who will listen that he's sorry he was a "poor listener at Old Navy." Poor kid. I scarred him for life (scar #7,239) over fairy wings. I don't see anything going wrong here. No permanent damage. Nope, he won't become a serial killer that chooses cross-dressers or anything like that. Anyhoo, we (I) thought it might not be a horrible idea to see if he could earn those wings.
We needed to get him more uniform stuff since the shirts I ordered won't be here in time for his first day of school. So, a trip back to the mall was in order. I know, don't be sad Collin. It's a perfect time for you to show me you can behave at Old Navy!
And, after he was a perfect angel through the entire mall, and I merely mentioned fairy wings, he actually spun in circles and fell down with gleeful giggles. He looked like a dog chasing his tail. Meanwhile, Bryon was saying, "do we really have to do this wing thing?" but, like a good daddy, shut his pie-hole when he saw how happy the idea made his son.
I think the pants/wings combo say, "sure, I'm wearing wings, sure they have a cute little rosette in the center, sure they are covered in glitter, but I can kick your ass."
1 comment:
Just a thought...What about using the fairy wing close-up as your new blog headline photo? (Instead of the bathtub one.) It is called "The Laundry Fairy" after all.
And 690?!?! Holy Crap!
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