Wednesday 30 May 2012: Freestylin'
When you're thirteen and a half, you don't want your mum to do your clothes shopping anymore.
Especially when you have a holiday with a bunch of cool kids coming up.
Your mum buys sensible stuff from M&S, because "it won't look knackered after one wash".
This is the kind of t-shirt you buy when you're left to your own devices. It goes well with the jersey boxers with squirrels on. The ones that say 'don't touch my nuts' on the front. Little sisters don't get that joke just yet. They just look at them, confused.
I love my handsome boy. Even though I do have to take photos of him on the sly.