When I was little - okay, up until my sisters and I flat-out refused to humor my mother anymore - my mother used to dress the four of us up in matching outfits. She liked our family pictures to be coordinated, to the extreme. We had the polkadot year. The floppy hat year. The poufy-bang decade (yes, that was the 80s). Yikes. We went way past the age where it was acceptable to match. And we knew it. That, friends, shows our true filial love. We may have swallowed our pride to give my mother cute Easter pictures every year, but inside we were plotting. We knew we'd never make our kids match each other.
But my boys are so cute.
And these outfits were providential (Cory's used to be Iain's, and Iain's was found at Goodwill).
And they're just too cute.
So, the amended promise: We'll never make our kids match when they're old enough to know better.
Do you think Iain minds?