Picture Day

It's picture day! I bought a new shirt for Jacob. It's dark green with an orange stripe and it will make his green eyes pop. I protected the shirt from him in an epic battle of wills. Jacob is a boy and true to stereotype he manages to soil his clothing quicker than I can say "Don't you dare roll in the grass!"

He had a bath last night, under protest of course. According to Jacob, one must bathe monthly at least and weekly during the summer. I have slightly higher standards. Since his favorite after-school activity these days is shoveling gravel, a bath was in order. He's generally covered in fine gray dust when he comes home at the end of the day.

I was feeling pretty good about the odds of getting a good picture this morning when I got up. He was clean. He had a new, clean shirt. Everything was going to be fine. Then he unrolled himself from his sweaty burrito of fleece blankets. The combination of sweat and turbanesque blankets had slicked down the left side of Jake's hair while biggifying the right side into a faux hawk gone terribly wrong. (As if a faux hawk could ever go terribly right.)

The nail in the coffin came a few moments later when I consulted the school menu. They're having mostaciolli (baked pasta with red sauce) for lunch. I think maybe the school is having a little fun with us parents.