Apparently both T. Bone and his personal shopper/laundress/stylist missed the memo on wearing a bright colored shirt for last night's choir concert. Yep, that's my boy in the crisp blinding white golf shirt! He was one of two out of a hundred plus in such stark attire so he was easy to pick out of the middle school crowd. What I love about him is that he was completely oblivious to his non-conformity, and then when it was brought to his attention: utterly unflappable. He is in no short supply of confidence.
If you forgive the fuzziness of this photo and simply observe the body language of these three, you can not mistake the way they feel about missing baseball. For the hour and a half they were glued to the risers instead of their bases, Coach was good enough to keep them apprised of scores. I believe it may have been harder for him to miss the game than the players. Go figure.