My adolescent son was invited to the symphony last night.
He came downstairs in his blue dress shirt and black slacks. Nice. I noticed he had shaved his light mustache and had used a little cologne as well. Very nice. He needed to borrow my dress shoes. They fit.
I went into my closet and found a tie to go with the shirt.
Then we stood in front of the mirror and learned how to tie a double Windsor. He had it mastered on the third try - including getting the lengths right. I didn't learn to tie one until I was in high school.
My wife teared up.