Mr. Edison

Puck suited up as Thomas Edison for school that morning. Cardboard bowtie and Australian beeswaxed hair last minute before we popped out the door.

By the end of the day, Puck concluded that he would like to wear a suit “everywhere now”. Except maybe for basketball practice.

“Can I get a tie too, Mom?”

Said the kid who promised me last night that, for his 6th grade cotillion, he plans to make fun of people dancing, then get his degree in science, and after that “make more life plans”.