Colin had "brown day" at school last week, so I decided to make him an Indian headdress. The thought of an all brown ensemble just wasn't cutting it, so momma had to get creative. He proudly wore it around the house the entire weekend and to pre-school on Tuesday. I found it shoved in his bag when he returned home, so who knows when it came off. He was initially concerned about the prospect of one of his friends breaking it. He is a worrier. I can't imagine where he gets that from!
By the way, I never did find out exactly what "brown day" consisted of. I guess it was their way of being politically correct. Can we not even say Indians anymore? Really?
Chief Sitting Bull
According to his teacher, Colin is thankful for cars and toys. Maybe I'll make the cut next year!