We picked the right preschool

We stopped by James's preschool to drop off his enrollment agreement yesterday. James had decided to wear his pajama top, a pair of long shorts (think Kurt Cobain c. 1991), his red and white bike helmet, and his Thomas the Tank Engine boots. (As long as his clothes are weather-appropriate and it's not a special occasion, I let him choose what he wants to wear. He makes some unusual decisions.) I figured that the preschool might as well know what it was getting into.

We opened the door and...realized that everyone else was dressed just the same. "James, you got the memo!" said the headmistress as I handed her the form. "It's Wacky Wednesday, when everybody comes to school dressed creatively. We love your outfit!"

We should all be loved for our eccentricities like that.