Gym suit

Rachel abhors her gym uniform, which she has to wear to school two days per week, because it is too plain and doesn't have any of her favorite colors. (Tales of truly awful gym uniforms, such as my gold polyester shorts and brown heather t-shirt, have failed to assuage her angst about the not-so-bad navy blue.) Tuesday and Thursday mornings are still quite painful, even though we have compromised with hair ribbons, drawn butterflies on the toes of her plain white socks, and promised that she can change the second she walks in the door after school. She refused the first few weeks to let me take a photo, but I managed to sneak one not too long ago. It's really not so bad, right? Sheer torture for poor Rachel.