Our church has a special service to celebrate the Presbyterians' Scottish heritage. This year, C didn't fit into a baby kilt anymore, so he wore some plaid shirts with a polo shirt and was allowed to take his Merida doll to church with him for a special treat.
Getting P to agree to wear his kilt was surprisingly easy. He didn't seem too concerned about it, but I had already offered my insurance policy. P got to take these {plastic} swords to church for his special treat. He did very well - other than posing for this photo in the church parlor, he kept his swords tucked into his kilt all morning.
Our boys makes handsome Scotsmen!
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