Of character clothing and dandelions.

When Becks was a baby, I was fairly adamant that he was not going to wear character clothing. No super heroes. Nothing seen on The Disney Channel. And definitely not anything cartoon related. Polo and Baby Gap were more my style. Even if they were thrifted.
Then he fell in love with The Avengers, and who was I to decide he couldn't wear an Iron Man shirt? I would be denying him of his passion. His God-given right as a little boy. Right up there with being dirty and having skinned knees.
Now that he's almost six (WHAT?!) and I've matured in my parenting past the point of caring what he wears, in exchange for caring more that he has nice manners and takes a shower a few times a week, he can pretty much wear what he wants. Character clothing or otherwise.
But, today, in a fashion statement only Becks could make, he came downstairs wearing this:

That would be a bomber jacket, sports shorts, snow boots and an oversized backpack. #winning
You know I'm going to have to take a picture of that, I said to him, giving him the once over.
His response: Yes, m'am. In the sweetest voice.
Sure, it makes a great picture - but it epitomizes his personality, carefree spirit, and childhood innocence. Quite frankly, he rocks it.

He went outside and returned moments later with his hands behind his back.

Close your eyes, mom.

I obliged.

Hold out your hand.

I did.

First dandelion of the season. I'll be ordered to put a lot of these in small glass vases over the next several months. You can never have too many. Even from a kid that wears character clothing and bomber jackets in the spring.
I love you, Beck Man.