Sugar Britches

When my son was born, he came out the size of a toddler (WOWCH!)  My very own Baby Huey...we actually referred to him as the "baby who ate Dallas".  He's always dominated the height/weight charts at the pediatrician's office, but lately he has been growing at the speed of light....I know, I know....kids have their growth spurts and all but I'm in a constant race against the size chart with my little Oedipus.......

My kids go to Catholic school so they have a  uniform code--which I freaking love!  However, the uniforms ain't cheap and I cross my fingers at the beginning of the year in hopes that the size I purchased will last through the whole year. No dice.

With an entire month left of school, I knew I was going to get completely screwed when my son had to suck in his stomach in order to get his navy shorts both buttoned and zipped.  He was the fashion equivalent of the Incredible Hulk.  Shame.  "Mom," he pleaded, "these do not fit!"  I gave him a knowing smile and said, "Well, just wear your fleece--nobody will see."  A statement I made knowing full well the temp would be in the nineties that day.  What kind of a mother am I? 

Had we lived in East Germany his look would have been fine; but tight, short navy pants with white socks and black shoes weren't going to cut it in Dallas.  My girlfriend, who saw him wearing this, called him "Sugar Britches" and kept singing the Sir Mix-Alot song "Baby Got Back".  I had no choice but to replenish his shrinking academic wardrobe. I took one for the team and bought him all new clothes 3 weeks before school got out.  I'm such a sucker, but what was my choice?  "Sugar Britches" is just not a name you want people screaming at your son during football games.....