Getting Into the Spirit

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My late mom would be laughing at the shirt in this photo. Not because of what is written on it, but because my sister bought the T-shirts and ironed these patches on she picked out with a phrase my sister also selected. Growing up, my sister never wanted to be dressed alike, and thought matching t-shirts on vacations was corny. Now, she’s got all of us shirts in the correct size with these patches, ready for the upcoming cruise. You may wonder, why white? With three children they’ll get especially dirty, right? Well, because white was the least expensive, and none of us were going to pitch in for something nobody else wants to wear, she went with white. I think she’s just after one good photo with us in them, and then we’ll be free to wear whatever. I just don’t want to get anything on it until she gives us the okay. I can just hear my dad asking her how long until he doesn’t have to worry about getting it dirty anymore. What was cute to me was the longer my parents were married, the more my dad tried to dress he and my mom similarly. They had the same OU (where they got their Masters) tennis shoes, he bought her the same OU coat he had, (only it was for females),. He even got them the same pair of gloves. Because he’s such a masculine man, my sister and I would jokingly tease him about it, but he laughed it off. They got really cute over the decades. At least it’s easy to keep a group together when they’re dressed alike. I appreciate my sister getting so gung ho!