Or perhaps not.
Keegan didn’t inherit his daddy’s aversion to neckties. In nearly twelve years of marriage I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen my husband in a tie.
A bunch of boy’s ties came in the mail from the Rebels, and Keegan got to wear one to church yesterday. He was SO proud! I think he walked up to every person at church, holding up his tie for their admiration, saying, “Tie! Tie!” The pastor (one of the first people Keegan strutted up to before the service) even complemented Keegan’s tie from the pulpet.
It probably helped (hindered?) that he had three older sisters oohh-ing and aah-ing over him, telling him how handsome he was.