In A Rush

#1 Daughter went school shopping with The Youngest a year ago. Picked out a nice wardrobe for the boy. But there was a pull over sweater that she insisted he get that he refused to wear.

"Hey, great looking sweater," I'd say.  "Why don't you wear it?"

I'd get 'the look.'

No?

Well, okay.

So this fall, he runs out of clothes one morning and the sweater is the only thing left to wear. He comes out of his room, wearing it. A grumpy look on his face. Goes off to school, comes home and the sweater heads to the wash.

Following week, with plenty of clothes in his dresser...he comes out with the hated sweater on, again.

I hide my smile.

Someone, at school, must have mentioned they liked it.

It has become a regular in the rotation now.

We've become a bit finicky about the hair also. The other guys are using pomade to style their hair. Must have some now.

We also have to have a trim every 4 weeks. (This from the kid we used to have to sit on to get his hair cut...)

Aftershave, body wash, deodorant, also on the must have list.

So this morning the boy is in a rush to leave. Mind you we get up @ 5:15am so we can get everyone showered, fed and done reading scriptures by 6:15.  His zero hour class starts at 6:50 and it's a half hour drive. The Youngest is the worst foot dragger of us all. It's usually a task to get him shoveled in the car, ready to go.

Today he's the first one out the door. At 6:16am he's calling the house, from the cell phone...from the car that is in the driveway. Hurry up Dad!

At 6:20 the phone rings again.

???

Okay guys, enuf w/the fun and games. It's too early to run for the phone.

But this time it's Farm Boy. And he's laughing. "Know why he was in such a rush," he asks? "He had to stop @ the corner store to get GUM! Oh wait, here he comes, gotta go!"

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I wonder what her name is?
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