Fonzie, eat your heart out!
Here’s a picture of my little greaser. I had him all dressed up for his rock ‘n roll music program, that featured music of the 50s and early 60s. The outfit was thrown together at the last minute. The school neglected to tell me that we needed to dress him as a greaser or a flower child, until the NIGHT BEFORE the program! Ack! And dh and I were so sick with colds, there was no way we were running out to the store at this late hour.
But Mom is good in a pinch. I rummaged through dh’s old clothes, and found a plain white t-shirt. It was still too big for Nathan, but it was workable. Then I managed to find dh’s old leather jacket!! Jackpot! Throw in a pair of dark shades, and a couple of handfuls of Mom’s hair products, and Presto! One Greaser, coming up!
How’d I do?
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