It's the final day of Spirit Week at my son's high school—Colour Day—where each grade wears their designated colour to the school assembly this afternoon. My son, grade 11 (tall, gangly kid... stands a head above most of the other kids in his class), left our house this morning wearing red buffalo check flannel p.j. bottoms, red plaid button down shirt over a red t-shirt, red silk tie, old canvas sneakers he painted last night—red with white stripes—a bright red sports jacket (70's style polyester leisure suit... a treasure found at a second-hand store.) He topped off his understated ensemble with a red plaid fedora.
He rides public transit for the 30-minute trip to school.
A part of me feels oddly proud this morning...
He rides public transit for the 30-minute trip to school.
A part of me feels oddly proud this morning...
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