Kiltie Boy

When I left the house this morning, Andy was all togged up for his school ceilidh this afternoon (with firm advice about not using his kilt pin as a weapon).

Shame that on the invitation, the school spelt it "celeidh".

Tch. What's the world coming to?

EDIT:

He seems to have enjoyed it very much, and was particularly delighted to tell me that his table ate the most.