Not the holiday.
Last Sunday.
Noah and Alex call these their "Presidents Suits". It's been a while since I've seen them (the suits that is, I see the boys most every day). For a while Noah was wearing a suit several times a month, even to kindergarten. So Sunday, since they were both in suits, Alex was the president and Noah was the vice president. And, they were role-playing it all day.
Tom and Jared had driven the little van to a gun show, so Noah and Alex decided that we would drive the "Presidential limousine" to church. In case you haven't seen this vehicle, few people would give it such an illustrious title (and I doubt the president would ever be caught near it!)
I of course was the "Presidential Chauffeur".
They insisted that Cody was the "Butler" (even though he vehemently objected!).
Really, I think the only reason they wanted a butler was because they are nine years old and really like words that contain the word "butt".
At one point the Presidential Limo was nearly annihilated
when the vice president was pretending to be Iron Man and threatened to blast it.
The chauffeur saved the day by reminding him that if the limo was destroyed, the Presidential Chef wouldn't be able to stop at the grocery store for the Presidential Groceries and he might get hungry.
As cute as they looked in their suits, what really made the outfits was their shoes:
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| Noah's Cowboy Boots |
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| Alex's Flame Runners |
I'm going to have to find them bigger suits.
(they only have one complete with jacket)
Alex's pants were just barely long enough,
and his shirt was also on the small side.
