This morning I arose at 6 and grabbed my camera for an impromptu photo shoot. It was a special day: the first day of eighth grade for The Teen, the beginning of his final year of middle school, and his first day attending parochial school.
Gone are the mohawk and earring and street clothes. He left the house at 6:40 sporting close-cut hair and wearing a neat uniform: white, button-down shirt, blue-and-red striped tie, dark slacks, dark shoes, and a dark vest sporting the name of his school. I won't post photos, in order to protect his and labyrinthnight's privacy, but take my word for it: he looked quite handsome.
"Ahhhh...I feel the refreshing winds of discipline in the air," edmaestro said when I showed him the photos. Indeed.