Quick! Grab a picture! Write it down in your calendar. Un-DorkMommy had a lapse. She had a moment of weakness. Episode IV has lamented the fact that she doesn’t have anybody to “dress same” with.
Bless her wonderful, amazing, Olympus-sized heart. Un-DorkMommy would do anything for her kids — including suspending (however briefly) her aversion to the dorky practice of wearing matching shirts with your child. She assures me we aren’t going to see this sort of thing again for a long time – until after we can get matching UCLA shirts for the whole family.
For now, Episode IV is walking on air. Her smile is massive.
On my end I’m smiling just as broadly, but on the inside. I don’t want to crack the thin, fragile dorky layer that is only just now forming over the vast ocean of un-dorkness that I married and love so much.
Like everyone who knew Bill Gates as a child will attest to, dorks always win in the end. To use the vernacular of the species Dorkus Maximus:
“Resistance is futile.”