Dalton has his own personal style.
And with a style like his, a mama just needs to stand back.
And let her boy shine.
Or something like that.
Y’all diggin’ the shirt choice as much as I am diggin’ the shirt choice?
Anyhoo, Dalton had a great first day. He’d been faux complaining about the new school year because he thinks that’s the cool thing to do.
He doesn’t want to sound like a
dork little kid and let a hint of excitement slip out about getting back to school.
And hangin’ with his posse.
Because this boy is about as social as one very cool butterfly. And he’s been jonesin’ to hang with his little gang of rabble-rousers, all summer long.
And this year, as third graders, they are the biggest of big fish in the very tiny pool that is the elementary school.
And word is, they all managed to meet up on the playground today.
So far it’s shaping up to be a pretty good year.