Sometimes, say, if you can't seem to get around to cutting your son's hair, it's better to just let him dress the part. Or, in this case, let Daddy dress him.
(The shirt's a hand-me-down from Simon's cousin's kid, the shorts were a gift from my cousin and his wife (he's the last kid I babysat!), the shoes are new from Target, and the hairstyle is from neglect.)
(The socks are a pair of mine that were always too big. He's wearing them backward, so the red heels become knee patches.)
Mama's little hoodrat.Previous Next