This morning, as I stood in the kitchen in my bathrobe slurping coffee, Drew calls out to me, "Mom, do I look like an old guy?"
I stood there for a moment trying to decide what kind of an answer he wanted, like a husband trying to determine the proper answer to, "Does this make me look fat?" He was wearing a San Diego Chargers tshirt, jeans, and his regular shoes. "No, you look fine", I decided was a good answer.
"But I'm supposed to dress like an old guy. You know, like in the 60's."
Does not compute? I cocked my head like a puppy.
"MOM! We're supposed to dress up today, like someone in their 60's or 70's!"
With that, he thrust a sheet of paper at me, that he pulled out of his backpack, having received it only the day before, which stated thusly: Tomorrow is school spirit day! Wear clothes that look like the 1960's or 70's! Tie-die shirts, beads, bellbottoms! Peace lives!
My inner supermommy sighed. "You look perfect" I told him. "I don't really have anything hippie-ish for you to wear."
"Its' not Hippie-ish, mom. Its old man-ish."
And then he put his hands up and waved at me, saying "Whatever" and with a big sigh that says My Mom is an Idiot, walked away.