White Trash Will - or Why Fathers Shouldn't Dress Their Children

Here's my creative little man with my ladle, carrying around Legos with it. It boggles my mind, truly, what this boy comes up with. He won't just play with toys the way they are supposed to be played with. He usually has to incorporate something from my kitchen. Hey, at least it wasn't a knife (although he's tried that!).



And now the reason for the title. It was Sunday and I was busy baking in the kitchen. Will got out of the shower with Aaron and so Aaron got him dressed for church. Almost. He let Will pick out the shirt. Unfortunately, this little sleeveless jacket is James' - looks totally cute on him - but looks absolutely white trash on Will with his gut hanging out and no shirt on. We were tempted to draw a tattoo on one of his arms and give him a faux hawk - a mullet would have been better. I was laughing about it all morning. Then all he'd need is a bb gun under one arm and a coonskin cap on his head. Too funny. Don't worry, he changed into his white shirt and vest for church.