Yesterday you were at school 25 minutes when the inch I had given you became a mile. When I told you to have the school call home if you weren't feeling well, I really meant to say if violently ill have them give me call. Not mildly or moderately - or in your case - not sick at all. But the school called and off I went to rescue you from another day of education. You played deck hockey, you got a haircut, we washed the car, we went out for lunch. Just another beautiful day in paradise. Oh, and had you actually been sick, you would have been in big trouble for this little scene.
Lately you have been repeating the same story over and over. I sure wish I knew what it was because it must be good. You laugh every time. Also, I thought you hated hats. I was wrong. You hate hats that are too small for that Acklin noggin. So I bought you a 5T hat, and now we're happy.
We all know about your devotion to camo. You've added a recent twist to your wardrobe, though - spy wear. Monday morning you told me that you didn't want to wear the green and brown outfit I had waiting for you in the kitchen. You told me you wanted to wear "all black just like a spy." I asked you why a spy, and you told me, "There is a spy club at school and we spy on the girls. Spies wear black." So you wore all black, down to the socks. Tuesday came and you wanted to wear the same outfit. I said no, and to at least let me wash it for Wednesday. Here you are Wednesday after school. Teddy, you have a flare for fashion my boy.