“well i need you to tell me what to wear”
Now for the back story. Jamie and i were driving somewhere with the unchildren a while back, discussing the wedding, when the elder piped up, “I don’t have to be the ring bearer, do i? I always have to be the ring bearer! Grump, grump, dressing up, grump, grump.” That last bit might not be an exact quote.
“No, you don’t have to be the ring bearer. You don’t have to be in the wedding at all unless you want to. So, younger unchild, do you want to be in the wedding?” We aren’t exactly planning to have a ring bearing in the traditional sense anyhow, so we asked if he’d like to be the flower boy.
He leapt up – if it weren’t for the seatbelt – “Yeah!”
“Cool! So, what does a flower boy wear?”
“You know, like, the petals…” <gestures to head> “and…a flower!” <more gesturing, much more informative than the talking>
“Ah, like a flower costume.”
Oh, the amusement!
I don’t think his mother is going to go for it. We’re working on alternate interpretations of “flower boy.” I’m liking the version to the right, but i’m afraid it may still be a bit femme for comfort. Her comfort, that is.
Little does she know!
"I Feel Just Like A Child" - Davendra Banhart