He came bounding out of the school wearing an old Easter outfit I recognized from a few years ago.
He’s not the paragon of fashion, and I’m okay with that as long as he is.
It was a dark mint shirt with a striped tie where one stripe matched a shade of the shirt. Khaki cargo trousers and a belt rounded out the ensemble.
“How was your presentation?” I asked, sort of feebly.
Today I watched a video about the dangers of over masculine-izing our boys.
It said the three most dangerous words you can tell a boy today are: “Be a man!”
The video is full of images of young boys and older men as backdrops for all the things we tell our boys.
“Grow a pair, man up, stop crying, grow some balls,” etc., etc.
It was emotional, and it got me going a little, but probably not in the way the makers of the video intended.