My son the lawyer

Will and I ventured in to the land of the living today and had lunch with our friend Kate before heading back to the office. He met lots of my friends at Foley, and managed to spit up all over me in front of most of them. Dignity - that's what motherhood is all about. But he was dressed in his finest - a blue polo onesie and khaki cargo pants, and one of the secretaries said "he looks like a lawyer." As any good mother would, I defended his honor and argued that his pants were more "skater" than lawyer. I don't think the jury bought my argument, but hey, I tried.