Max has been begging us to buy a shirt and tie for him to wear to church. Where does he get this idea that a tie would be fun? Certainly not from his dad (and he would nod about that). Software dudes don’t wear ties. They barely wear shoes. Certainly guitar players don’t.
At our church, everyone is casual. We meet in a school and the a/c has been broken all summer (nice!) so there is not a tie to be seen in a mile of lockers.
Except there is one kid in Max’s Sunday School class. I love this kid because he is hilarious like Max and does his own thing. He wears a dress shirt and tie almost every Sunday. Max thinks that is very cool.
We were planning all along to give Max his tie and allow him to be the second Alex P. Keaton at church. We thought we’d surprise him with it for his birthday, though, which is about six weeks away.
But today, during a trip to Wal-Mart, Max stopped dead cold in his tracks and said, “LOOK Mom! Ties!”
I mean, how could I resist that excitement?
I had to buy one for him on the spot. We looked and looked for a size 4/5 and found a shirt and tie combo that was perfect.
I just want you to know that I had nothing to do with his poses for any of these pictures. They are true representations of his level of enthusiasm and grown-upness. He is hysterical.
The tie gives him a boost of self-confidence. Seeing this hand towel gives me a boost of interior design shame. 1996 called and wants its bridal registry item back.
I have to admit, I got a tiny little lump in my throat when I was buttoning up his shirt and clipping on his tie as he patiently waited. My little man.
Facts of Life
Speaking of man…and woman…a few days ago Max asked me how babies are born (like specifically how they are born). He asked this in the middle of Home Depot while an employee was leading me to air filters. “Be ready for it,” they say. Ha!
Homeschool Growing Pains.
We officially started the kindergarten year a little early because, well, why not? We’ll be taking some breaks in August and September for various things (Shanda is coming! We’re going to the beach!) so I thought we’d go ahead and get started. I’ll probably be writing about our homeschooling adventures this year – at this point I’m totally on fire about it. At least I was earlier today.
Tonight, however, Max tried to convince me that his left was his right and vice versa as we were sitting across from each other. He was adamant about it to the point of tears. I tried to teach him about mirror imaging but he can’t grasp that yet so I shrugged it off. But he wanted to continue. I told him to “trust me, I know this stuff”. He said I was making him “completely frustrated!”
What was that all about?
Someone is trying to grow up way too fast.