Posted By admin on November 5, 2014
I have been informed that seafoam green is not a ‘dude’ color. I have learned that if you find a handsome, button-up, long-sleeved shirt in the color of seafoam green, my son will not wear it.
“And what is that? Is that plaid?” he asks.
“Tiny squares. Yeah, okay, it’s a subtle plaid.”
Oh the horror.
He’s a purist. I get it. But it’s not like I handed him a pink polka dotted shirt (I love polka dots, by the way). Fine. I’ll take it back, I’ll find something else. He’s not wearing a Minecraft t-shirt and hoodie for senior pictures. And, I inform him, he’ll have to comb his hair.
It’s as if I told him he had to rewrite the Bible.
“One hour,” I say. “One hour of combed hair and looking well-adjusted. That’s all I ask.”
He looks at me as though he wants to agree, but the green shirt is still in my hand and he can’t seem to get past the horror of it.