Saturday, March 31, 2007
Apparently Max doesn't mind clothing, as long as it's not his own. He extracted this shirt of Ian's from a laundry pile the other day (a clean laundry pile, fortunately), and decided that it would make a good full-body tunic. He actually put his arms in the arm holes, and his head in the head hole, although the shirt is so many times too large that it is hard to tell and doesn't really matter to the overall functionality of the outfit. When I asked him what he was wearing, Max smiled proudly and said, "Dada!" Clearly, he felt that the next hurdle on the road to manhood was mastering his dad's apparel, and that he had conquered it with distinction.
Posted by Chelsa at 9:36 AM