In theory, it seemed like a good idea. Baby Sam had already posed for this weblog as bait for a predatory trial lawyer, so on Halloween, why not dress him up as a lawyer himself? After all, he is a little bit older now--all of five months.
But in practice, it didn't work out quite as planned. Yesterday as the sun was setting, Sam's oldest sister and I dressed him up in the suit Andrea had bought for the occasion in Chicago. Then we took him out in the yard for some photos. But just look what happened. Poor Sam: he's way too innocent to be a lawyer. It wouldn't be considered a detriment that he has no hair--but he doesn't even have any teeth.
In truth, however, that's not the real problem. I have to be honest. The real problem is that if you look at the picture, he seems to be enjoying himself. Favoring the open-neck look, leaning back against his briefcase in the grass with his shoes and tie off--all that's needed to complete the picture is a six-pack of Bud Light.
That's why the suit's going back to the store. This year for Halloween, Sam's going to be a clown. The alternative is just too damn scary.
[Below the Fold: Other Schaeffer-Family-Related Posts.]
1. Politics as Practiced in the Schaeffer Household
4. Tort Reformers Invade the Madison County Fair (explaining the photo of Sam with the shark)