Tuesday, February 17, 2009

My First Suit Will Always Be My Best Suit

Today was a big day. Mommy, Daddy, Grandpa, Uncle Mike and Aunt Sue invited all of their family to a restaurant for a big lunch. All the women were wearing dark dresses, and all the men were dressed in suits.

Including me.

Except mine was the best suit ever.

If I were on a runway, this is how I would be introduced: "This is Wyatt, a strapping young lad wearing a three piece suit purchased from S&B in the Staten Island Mall. He's sporting a brown blazer on top of a dashing brown vest over a white shirt with beige stripes and a golden clip-on tie. His matching brown pants are creased perfectly down the leg, and he's topping the whole ensemble off with black socks. Let's give it up for Wyatt, everyone. Wyatt!"

But although I looked darned good, this was more important: When Grandpa saw me for the first time, his eyes went from sad and inconsolable to happy and proud.

And that is, ladies and gentlemen, why this is the best suit ever.

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