There is preppy, and then there is preppy

Maxime on the way in to his swim practice.

I always had a suspicion that he was preppy. But for the past couple school years, he has inisted on, and chosen on his own, T-shirts and hoodies, and that sort of dress code.

Recently, however, my long-standing but un-voiced suspicions appear to be confirmed, as the photo above makes patently clear.

He even has the genuine preppy touch (real preppies, not fake preppies) of being disheveled. But not obnoxiosuly disheveled. Enough to take note of, and not much more. That is, a real preppy.

HAHAHAHAHA

:-)