Wednesday, August 17, 2011

My Son, The Retiree

I adore my son Nicholas. That's a given, of course. Most mothers adore their children. I love his smile and his hugs and his kisses. He has the best giggle I have ever heard come out of any child. Any person, for that matter. I even adore his stubborn streak that runs deep and wide. Despite everything I truly love about him, there is one trait that bugs me to no end.

Why must my youngest son insist on dressing like a Boca Raton retiree?

Case in point:



And:

What the hell is with the socks?

Nicholas is a cute boy. Of course, I am a bit biased, I admit. But I think he could easily be a Gap Kids model. The blonde hair. The infinitely deep dimple in his right cheek. He is long and lean. Clothes hang on his frame perfectly. He has definite male model potential. Yes, I realize most mothers probably assume that their sons have male model potential. But, for argument's sake, let's just say that I am the only one who is correct in my assumption. Nicholas is the complete package.

Well...except for the socks. And the plaid shoes. And the shorts that are typically hiked up to his nipples.

Seriously, Nick?


3 comments:

Madgew said...

This is adorable. My one grandson is into a plaid "flat" hat, black skinny jeans and a Shawn white shirt no collars. He wears the hit shifted on his head. So cute.I like Nicholas and I think the socks are priceless. He will laugh at this one day unless he turns old and still like the long socks with sandals.

Jessica said...

Personally, I think this only adds to his modeling career--you know, the crazy eccentric model. The companies will dress him in what they need for the shoot, but when he isn't working he has to have his own expressive niche. ;)

Shannon said...

I don't know that I would call geriatric knee socks an "expressive niche." :)

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