We don't HAVE to dress our children in track suits, sweatpants, or ratty cargo pants/shorts. . .

Croquet in the backyard last summer.

Goofing around with Mom on a snowy January day last winter.

Waiting to head inside at the start of a new school year.

At play with a friend from school

An early November Saturday morning breakfast for the boys when Mom is out of town for the weekend.

Waiting for the school bus. Didn't ZZ Top sing a song about that?

Goofing around after school one recent afternoon while Dad tries to take a 'nice' photograph to share with the family. Navy or tan corduroy pants on the bottom half here.

A sampling of various casual 'looks' for The Young Master, all from 2018, demonstrating that we don't need to dress our kids to look like they pull their clothing from the bottom of the clothes hamper or the dreaded Dirty Laundry Pile. There will be plenty of time for that once they go away to college. But why not start better habits of attire and appearance sooner than that? He may hate me later, but at least The Young Master will look good while harboring his grudge against mean ol' Dad.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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