The brits

My, my, my.... The last time I checked we are not british. The last time I checked we most certainly not pirates and therefore I don't speak pirate. But my son start talking to me his own version of british accent. He's funny and it doesn't surprise me a bit but I still can't keep a straight face. I have to go to the other room and laugh so he doesn't see me. He even practice reciting his poem at home with a british accent. He's serious about it and I don't want to hurt his feelings. I just let him. It is so amazing how we see ourselves in our children. I see myself in my son in many ways. Like him being funny, intuitive, full of life, too opinionated and talkative. He's extremely closed to both me and his dad but there are things that he's a lot more comfortable doing just in front of me. I asked him why? He says, because dad is always serious(true). I am most silly with my son than my husband but I can be tough and means business when there is a need for it. 

Then the other day, I chaperone my son's class field trip. A classmate of his came up to me and asks, Dylan's mom are you british? Ha, ha ha, I am not. Dylan says you are :).

Also if not speaking in a british or pirate accents cracks me up every now and then, once in a while my son will call me Mama Gertrude.... Not sure but your guess is as good as mine.

Now let's talk about outfit....

As I am showing a new found likeness for shades of gray, I also rekindle my old love for olive and turtle neck sweaters. This skirt's true color is olive green and it didn't show much on my pictures(sigh).

Thank you from the heart.

xoxo

Sam

-Outfit-

{Knit top:: Target, Skirt:: F21, Vest:: Zara(oldie), Bag::Target, 

Shoes:: BCBG, Socks:: son's, Sunnies:: Old Navy, 

Earrings:: Apt9 for Kohls, Bangle:: Vince Camuto}