That's one of many things I love about him--brutal honesty.
The outfit consisted of blue cropped pants and a top. Son took umbrage with the top-- a tank top with a "racer-back". If you believe my son, the top didn't cover me enough. So he said:
"Are you taking me to school in that?"
This cracks me up, as my son has been known to choose sweaters to wear on a 90-degree day.
But today, he's my fashion police.
"Yes," I reply.
"That's just wrong!" says the fashion police.
"Put a shirt on!" fashion police commands.
I do, and as always we hear Blue Oyster Cult on the way to school.
Yes, I did actually have to get approved to be a parent. I sure fooled them, didn't I?