Mr. Suave
Monday night I went to pick up my son, who is now six-years old, at his mom's house. He answered the door wearing a blazer and tie and looking mighty sharp. I asked him if it was picture day at school. He said, "No, I had a play date with Cheyenne." He was very serious. How many six-year olds wear a jacket and tie to a play date? I found it incredibly touching and could just hear the strains of Sunrise, Sunset. Max is either incredibly nerdy or super suave. I like to think the latter, but he is my son.