Our son is once again demonstrating both that he is growing up and that he is a classic boy-child. Required to shower and wash his hair this morning, he asked me if he could just wash his hair, and was most indignant when I said no, he had to wash the body too. Why soap (not warm water, just soap) is anathema I have no idea, but there you go.
Then it was time to get dressed. Of his own will, he chose a pale blue dress shirt and a yellow tie with deep blue diagonal stripes. On the other hand, he also put a t-shirt on underneath it, so that when the photos were over he could take it off and just be a “regular kid” again. I’m sure his hair is ruffled and his shirt and tie stuffed into his backpack in a ball by now, but I was incredibly proud of him as he walked out the door, looking very handsome and incredibly mature, completely comfortable and unselfconscious in his finery.