Boys Will Be Boys

I have often been told that I'm lucky to have a house of boys because there is so much less drama. While that may be true, we certainly have our fair share.

Matts dressed as Fredrick Douglass for the Wax Museum. We kept things simple; white shirt, khakis, vest and cravatt (be still my Austenian heart). I wanted to gel his hair all crazy, but that would be torture (see below). Matts spent the morning bemoaning the fact that this was going to be the WORST hour of his life! Not because of stage fright, but rather because it was SO UNCOMFORTABLE. Don't worry-he brought a change of clothes to immediately change into. Unfortunately, he forgot his Nikes. Fortunately, Mrs. Parham texted Reed about his crisis. And fortunately, Reed was working from home and is much more sympathetic than I am. 

G at his Author's Tea. Happily, his subject matter was much improved from last year when he did a step by step description of how to booby trap a trip wire attached to a pistol-that was fun to explain to the counselor. He read sweet poems about Reed and I. 

Crazy hair day at school. We started with a master plan involving neon lights. But apparently, hair bands and hairspray are TORTURE!!! 

No drama here-just chaos. Jups likes to drop the boys at school