Augie enjoys all word books, even one that includes "fiasco," "parasol," and "xenophile." His familiarity with "dapper" came in handy in persuading him to dress up for Auntie Becca's wedding this past week.
He has a decided preference for wearing only graphic t-shirts. No stripes, no polos, no button-shirts. I bought him some dress-up duds anyway--a shirt, vest, and pants outfit, which I figured would be more comfortable than a suit.
He told me he only wanted "regular clothes." We let it ride. A bit later Peter said, "Augie, I've got something to show you." Peter held the pants against Augie's waist and coaxed, "Put your hands in the pockets. Look, now you're cool like the big guys." A little grin appeared. I said, "These are your cool dapper clothes." The grin got a little bigger.
Mommy and Daddy got both children into dapper clothes for the rehearsal dinner and the wedding, and they looked--well, dapper, as you can see!
P.S. Yup, black eye. She fell down a flight of stairs a week before the wedding, but made a quick recovery from her nasty bumps and bruises.
