Military Humor and Unwrapped in Orange

I desperately needed a giggle this morning. My husband delivered.

Imagine, my husband in….

NO WAIT! I can’t ruin it. I have to tell the little back story first.

At the beginning of the school year, while school shopping, my nine-year-old, proud of his dad and the military, had us buy him a camo backpack and matching lunch box, the exact print the Army wears, to use for school. He flip-flops backpacks, between the camo one and his Steelers backpack, but the lunchbox is and has remained his camo one.

I got a call at around 8:45 from the school’s secretary, telling me my son forgot his lunch here. My husband was about to leave, so I gave it to him to bring to him, as the school is only just down the street.

I opened our front door wide, so my two-year-old and scootin’-infant could look outside and wave as daddy left. I handed him the lunchbox and off he went.

Now, they’re paving the main road in our development, here. No one is supposed to park on the roads, anywhere, and yesterday, as he was attempting to come home, they had our road completely blocked off by a paving truck, so hubby had to park one block over.

So there he was, walking down the street, to cross behind a couple houses to get to his car. And off he went, walking happily, cute and matchy matchy with the camo lunchbox swaying at his side. {giggle}

(By the way, before posting this, I told my husband how he looked. He wants me to convey to you all that he, in no way, “sauntered”, “skipped”, “swaggered” or anything else that did not convey manly-ness and masculinity)

*ahem*

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We’re orange today for Stellan. Are you?