This Trading Treats Tuesday, I find joy in this
At his very first piano recital with his very first (very cute) piano teacher, he was totally unconcerned that his shirt looked like this:
And, that his shoes looked like this:(Do you remember the saga of these Sunday shoes? They're still going strong, after all they've been through. Although I have wondered if they refuse to stay tied because of their ordeal, or if I just can't tie shoes tight. Things that make you go "hmmmmm." Or not.)
Despite these imperfections, he was totally fine. He went up on the stage. He played his three little pieces (The Balloon Man, Caterpillar Crawl, Ode (which he insists on pronouncing "Oyhd") to Joy) . And he bowed -- smiling the whole time.
That's just the way he is.
That is, unless someone (or two) is bugging him.
Then, watch out.
What are you enjoying today?