I spent 20 minutes arguing with Rakes at nap time today about what clothes to wear. Seems like I missed the internal family memo where he takes off whatever clothes he's had on for the first part of the day, then randomly picks what he wants to sleep in.
Angie tells me I need to pick my battles, so for bedtime tonight I just went with the flow: here is Rakes in his new Star Wars shirt he got from his cousin Garrison and his dinosaur pants.
If you can take your eyes off that demented face, you can see his two new Star Wars lego toys in his right hand resting on top of his Race Car pad he also got from Garrison.
I'm struck by 2 characteristics Rakes is displaying here that are just like his Dad:
1. His horrible sense of fashion
2. His almost 4 year old uni brow.
What you can't see are some of the other things he and I have in common: both of us are loud, obnoxious, and have the classic little man complex.
Sorry son: you can't fight genetics. I wish you could be 6 ft tall and bulletproof, but it's probably not gonna happen.
Just do what I did: be friends with the biggest guy you know.