Liam disappeared for a longer-than-usual time this morning. Because he's a very social boy, if I haven't heard his voice in more than a few minutes, then I have reason to wonder if he's breathing.
"Liam," I called. "What are you doing, baby? Are you okay?"
He appeared at the top of the stairs in this:
Yes, that is an orange/white button-up shirt with black soccer shorts and black dress socks. And very ashy legs in need of lotion.
I'm relieved to know that he knew to put on dress socks with a nice shirt. And the socks match the shorts. But more importantly, he buttoned the shirt himself.
I let him wear this outfit. For 30 minutes. In the house.
Then I nicely explained that I love his choice in clothing but it might be a bit too early in the year to wear this combination.
And we might be seen by a few people today. I didn't actually say that part out loud.