My 10 year old Bookworm. Not quite a fashion plate, but he does know what he likes. 
"I declare it officially summer," he announced, walking into the kitchen this morning. He was dressed in a t-shirt, shorts, and an almost too-small baseball cap. I raised my eyebrows and glanced at the thermometer; it was barely 50 degrees. But co-op was coming over and I knew the kids would work up a sweat running around outside so I let the shorts thing slide for the moment.
Later that morning, as I was getting his younger brothers dressed, he disappeared into his bedroom.
He soon stepped back out, his outfit a bit changed around.
"I think the green shorts go better with this green shirt, don't you think? And I like wearing my white socks with my brown shoes because I think they look snazzy!"
I looked at my boy dressed in his greens, his whites and his browns and I smiled.
"Besides," he shrugged. "It's a free world." :)
