He appears self dressed in his favourite T-shirt. Horray! I notice that favourite T-shirt is a tad snug. He has been fond of Curious George for many a long year and chortles gloriously at the mischievous tales. Since this was a welcome departure from Dinosaurs, and Thomas, my oldest daughter painted this specially designed creation with her own fair hands.
Delightfully, it was a hit. I grab my camera as for some reason I don't appear to have any record of it's existence and some time soon it will be relegated to the rag bag, threadbare and washed out.
As she walks into the kitchen I prompt, “show Nonna what you're wearing dear!”
He looks at Nonna.
He looks at me, with a certain degree of uncertainty.[*]
He pulls down the waist band of his trousers.
[*] A hint of social awareness maybe?
So much to share, so little time.