Walk down the street
And rock to the beat
With Lee on my legs
And Adidas on my feet
- Run D.M.C., “My Adidas”
If you look through my closet, you’ll find dark/drab shirts and jeans. My socks are either black or dark blue. There are mostly names like Gap and Old Navy.
My fashion sense falls somewhere between Clay Aiken and Forrest Gump. [-20 cool points]
Even the baby’s got me beat.
He has a variety of shirts, pants, onesies, overalls, and pajamas in vibrant colors like sky blue, orange, chartreuse, fire truck red, and yellow. No drab earth tones here. His socks are bright and have all kinds of fluff and frills on them.
Plus, he has cool themed outfits: sailor, fireman, baseball player. If I went to dinner as a fireman, the cops would be summoned.
And his brands are sweet: Gap, Carter’s (those are some sharp duds), and Winnie the Pooh. Any shirt with a huge-as-heck Tigger is stylish in my book.
But his time as a trendsetter will soon end. Almost all of his clothes came from family and friends and he’s outgrowing them. Once we have to pay to outfit the boy, he’ll sink to Daddy’s level. I wonder if Old Navy sells tiny dark blue polos by the dozen yet…
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