Swag

It was the second Thursday of the month so I took a group of kids to the temple.  After we were finished and had dropped the last one off at home, I said to Mark, "Your new glasses are in.  Do you want to go get them now or go home and change first?"

"I want to go get the glasses!" Mark said.  "I am excited to get my new glasses, plus..." he sat up a little straighter in his seat and eyed himself in the mirror--white shirt, black slacks, bow tie, "I'm looking swagalicious."

Now Mark and all of his Markness is largely undefinable.  It's hard to put him in a category.  Sometimes though--like when he calls himself swagalicious--he is remarkably like Braeden.