This past weekend we attended a wedding, this was the second wedding Paige has attended outside of ours. I am pretty sure that this formal event is what sparked Paige's renewed interest in men's formal wear. For a couple years now Paige has asked that I buy her a suit, or a tuxedo...whichever I prefer as either was acceptable. Each time she asks, I find a reason why the stores aren't selling them... "they only have them at Easter, they are only for weddings" and so on. Well last year during one of her pleadings I agreed on a white button down shirt so she could look "handsome". Since the first time I washed this shirt I hadn't been a fan, it required ironing and I don't iron. Well since then I had packed it away and told Paige she had outgrown it so I didn't have to deal with it anymore. The day after the wedding she started asking if we could buy new button shirt, I told her maybe for Easter we could find one...but not until then. That same day I was going through the kids old clothes sorting which to keep, which to donate and Paige spotted the button shirt I had packed away. She was so excited, like kid on Christmas excited. She was even more thrilled when she looked at the tag and saw it did not have a size 4 on it like I told her it did...instead it had a 5/6 on the back. And guess what??? That was "just her size!!!!". Well after the jumping up and down and the hugging of the shirt over and over and the big beautiful smiles as she begged me to let her keep her old shirt...I had to say yes. (Darn it, I should have brought it to the Goodwill, that will teach me.) Then came the big happy "Thank you Momma!! Thank you!!" and of course more hugs.
Well that afternoon Paige decided that she wanted to wear the newfound shirt to school the next day but in order for her outfit to be complete she needed what else? A bowtie. She asked if I had one, um no. Did Daddy have one? No on that one too. I told her I was sorry, but she wasn't going to be able to wear a bowtie to school. She left the kitchen discouraged, then came back to me five minutes later with a brand new idea. She had a scissors, tape and construction paper in hand as she asked me to make one for her. Now that I could handle, so we sat down cutting, taping and carefully measuring until we had it just right. It was a perfectly handsome black paper bowtie and she was loving it.
Monday morning Paige was eager to hop out of bed and get dressed, dapper she was as we headed off to school. Now on a sidenote...I don't care who you are, what gender or age...chances are if you are sporting a bowtie...you just may run into a little trouble.
Later that day...I picked Paige up for school a little early as she and I had appointments with the eye doctor, her first. When I walked into the cafeteria to pick her up I was approached immediately by one of her after school teachers. Lindsay explained to me an "incident" that between Paige and another boy that afternoon. It went like this...
Paige and the boy whose name was Tommy were standing in line to go to the gym. Tommy kept messing with Paige's bowtie. Paige told him to stop it. Tommy messed with it again. Paige punched Tommy in the arm. Tommy punched Paige in the face. The end.
Well not really the end, Paige and Tommy got a talking to, and there parents were talked to as well. When I asked Paige about it she said that she didn't punch him, she just grabbed his armI hope little Tommy doesn't make it a habit of assulting girls....and I am not sure Paige will ask to wear a bowtie to school again either.
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