Little Sisters Rock

That face, see that face that cropped up on my easy middle-child's cherubic mug?

That's the face I see every morning when I ask him to change out of the wind pants with the fraying edges (aka, playclothes) and into a decent pair of pants for school. As if!!! How dare I overstep his fashion sense, even if we are in the middle of a pretty severe cold snap and wearing paper thin track pants just isn't very smart, even for him.

And so, see what happens when you mess with mama before her morning caffeine intake?

You get pictures of yourself dancing with your sister (aka Princess Cinderella Katie Bug) posted on your mother's blog!

Sidenote: My oldest protested in much the same way when his choice of wind pants was also rejected by me as being appropriate school attire with an "Aaaaaaaw mom, can't I wear the clothes that I want to wear?".

To which I said "No".

Let me add that as I dropped my male offspring off at school a few hours (yes, hours, due to our snow-induced late start) later, I noticed that neither one of them had remembered to brush their own teeth.

Can boys who don't remember to brush their own teeth be trusted with choosing the right clothes to wear to school?

Okay, pass the caffeine...and the Midol.