Our Son the Ghetto Boy

I suppose that after a year and a half of going to day care in the hood, I should've come to expect this, but still. When I walked into Aaron's school to pick him up earlier this week, here is how he was dressed: oversized solid color shirt sticking way under his green hoodie, pants sagging slightly off his butt, and one pant leg rolled up to right below his knee. If I had a fancy phone that took pictures, I would've snapped one right then and there. As it was, he took all his stuff off too quickly once we got home for me to use my camera at home. But the image I've posted with this post gives you a sense of what our son looked like.