School started again today.
Sonny Boy is excited. Can you tell? It may not look like it but really he is. He has been waiting and waiting to go back to school. And so have I. It has been rainy most of the summer and the poor kid is bored. He wants to see his friends. He wants to go play on the playground outside. I think he forgot he has actual work to do in school. And homework. Yuck. I hate homework even more than he does, I think.
I made him pose for the usual first day of school pics. He just had to pose in front of the truck. I think he loves it almost as much as I do.
And, yes, my boy has a faux hawk. It's the latest trend among second graders. I wouldn't let him get a real mohawk. And since I'm the one who cuts his hair, I figure I get the last word.
I have a weird phobia/thing about mohawks. I don't know why. I think it is because it can go wrong so quickly. Cute, short, spiky faux hawk? Good. Skunk stripe mohawk that goes all the way down the back of the head? Well... not so much. Especially if it is long and scraggly. That is just a hop, skip, and a jump away from the rat tail, and no one wants to return to the days of the rat tail. Or the mullet.
Then I made him move to the front porch for the more traditional first day of school pose. Yes, my door is purple. Purple like a grape Popsicle. I was going for eggplant, but this was our best result. DH kept putting more and more coats of paint on for me hoping that it would turn darker. It didn't. I think if we put more paint on the door wouldn't be able to close anymore. The purple is growing on me now. I've embraced the Popsicle purple. It's either that or go without a front door.