Madrigals

Last week, Jeffrey was taken from his room in the wee hours of the morning. It seems the tradition when one makes it into the Madrigals is to be taken to breakfast in your jammies. He'd bought a pair of pajama bottoms so they wouldn't take him to breakfast in his boxers. He wore them every night for two weeks waiting to find out if he made the Madrigals. The rest of the group dress him up with a sash that said something like doofus or dorkwad, put flaming boxers on him outside of his PJ's, goofy sunglasses and I don't remember what else. He went to school like that. I wish I had my camera so I could have gotten a picture of him but it was out in the trailer.

David is really proud of his brother and thinks we should take him out to dinner to celebrate. I love that he's proud of his brother. The Madrigals are apparently a pretty big deal, an elite school choir. They are such good boys, young men.