Thirteen

Thomas will turn 13 on Sunday, but we celebrated his birthday before he went back to school on Saturday. All of a sudden this child who wore nothing but sweatpants and whatever t-shirt was clean has developed a keen interest in name brand clothing, specifically Abercrombie, Aeropostale, and American Eagle. (Were they fighting to be listed first in the phone book? What's with all the A's?) Since Abercrombie is the only one of those three that carries kids' sizes, I ordered him a few items on clearance because holy cow, do you know how expensive that stuff is? (Insert flashback of my mother saying to my 15-year-old self, "If you want $88 Guess jeans, get a job." And I did, thank you very much.)

He seemed pleased, until I accidentally sat on his new clothes, which he left on my chair. "Moooooom, be careful! Those are Abercrombie clothes." Apparently my butt is good enough to purchase Abercrombie items, but not to sit on them.





He later cracked me up by planning out his outfits, down to the shoes. Watch out ladies. Thomas also received an electric razor, for which he has only the most minor need now, but Ron's dad gave him one at 13, so it's tradition.



After he shaved his whisker off, we went to his favorite restaurant where they sang to him and he enjoyed a traditional slice of birthday key lime pie.







Happy birthday, Thomas! I love you.