Stafford decided to be a "rock star" on the first day of school.
He found a "pleather" jacket in the storage room.
It is a 2T.
He was bursting with pride over the outfit that he crafted himself.
So was I.
Perfect first impression.
I introduced him to his teacher, "This is Stafford. Just call him Jet."
Okay, so I didn't say that.
When I walked out the door to wait with Stafford for his ride, this is what I saw.
Chelsea was there to send him off.
It was really, really hot.
That didn't deter him from wearing a coat and waiting for his ride out in the heat.
Fashion first. Comfort second. That's my boy.