John puts on his snow pants -- the black kind (sometimes navy blue) that zip up the front and have over-the-shoulder straps. He stops for a moment.
"Hey Mom, you know what?" he says. "When I put on my snow pants, I feel important, like a fire-fighter or a astronaut."
He hitches the straps over his shoulders and says, "Like that. It makes me feel important."
"I bet it does," I say. "It looks like you're ready to go out and get some work done."
Of course, it's not the uniform that makes you important; it's the work you do in the uniform that makes you important. Someday I'll tell him that.