7 Slim.

School clothes shopping. 

It's one of my favorite things to do.  Always has been.  But now it also makes my stomach hurt a bit (it's been such a good summer, how can it be over already, man?). 

As it turns out, it might not be Henry's favorite thing to do. "You have to TRY ON the pants?  Why can't we just take em' home" (which sounds alot like DRS no one I know). Or, when deciding on shoes - the kind that he likes (orange, stripey running shoes with a big, black sole) or the kind that I like (cute brown skater-kid shoes), he proposes a seemingly simple question, "Is it my choice or your choice, mom - these shoes?"

Huh? No hint of sarcasm.  He just wants to know.  And that is a tough one. I pay for em.  But he has to wear them everyday and be happy. What-kind-of-mother-do-I-want-to-be? What-kind-of-mother-do-I-want-to-be? Damn.  Probably his choice.  Wrap up the orange ones.

Anyway.  We got this fella all hooked up. Shoes, pants, shirts, socks.

My 7 slim.

Although we're not quite ready to be done with summer clothes just yet.

Or Stella's idea of summer clothes, anyway.