Cotillion

It's finally here: the day I've been looking forward to (and that Little Man and Sweet Pea have been dreading). Cotillion has started!

CC loved cotillion when she did it in 6th and 7th grades. It's right up her alley: etiquette and poise and dressing up in fancy clothes. But it's Sweet Pea and Little Man's idea of torture. They can't stand wearing nice clothes, and in fact neither of them owned even one piece of the required ensembled: ballet flats and a dress for the girls, and a blazer, tie, dress shirt, nice pants, belt, and dress shoes for the boys. But I happily purchased it all.

Never before have two children needed cotillion more than these. Little Man complains if he has to put anything other than Crocs on his feet, and he won't even wear long pants, never mind a belt. Sweet Pea eats like a wild animal, spilling drinks regularly and managing to smear food on her forehead. 

Here's hoping a magical transformation is in the works. That would be a true Morrison Miracle!