Thirteen years ago this month we walked into a tuxedo shop to get an almost-three-year-old dressed up for the wedding of his mom and step-dad. He couldn't even say "tuxedo" so instead he stuck with "ceedo"...
Yesterday we walked into that exact same shop to get an almost-sixteen-year-old a suit to wear to graduation in a couple of weeks. His school does a sit-down dinner and each graduate makes a speech that they work on for weeks ahead of time, so he needs to look extra snazzy.
I am pretty sure Mac's waist has only gotten a couple inches bigger than it was in 1999 making him extra fun to fit. It meant his colorful socks were on full display with pants that fit his waist, but were way too short. At least he didn't have everything else on display at the store like that cute little guy did thirteen years ago.
