I let him pick them out. I think they are awesome. Sort of retro.
Then we went to a bookstore and I said to my children, "When mommy's book gets published, this is where it will go". And we all smiled our silly smiles. It's fun to dream, isn't it?
And then Girl Child was in desperate, desperate need of a haircut. So here's how she looks now.
She makes that face all the time and I say, "Girl Child. Don't make that face". So then she makes this face:
And suddenly? The whole world is beautiful again.