Eight o'clock couldn't come soon enough for Youngest Son. I had to tell him to stop bugging me as to when he could get dressed. I told him we would iron his clothes at 7:00, then he could get dressed and take pictures. The boy loves new duds, just like his dad.
He is meeting SoccerGirl up at the dance. They are not "going out" but seem to be semi-steady. I can't explain it, I'm just glad I'm no longer at that life stage!
Here's my boy. I love it when I can get him to forget his braces and actually smile (and laugh).
And because every dance is a new excuse to buy funky sneakers we had to include this one for the record.
