Otis really got a taste for this dressing up thing. After almost a full week of wearing his sportscoat and still running and playing as usual, I one day hugged him and promptly suggested that I should probably wash his coat. Which led that old problem the next morning of Having A Closet Full of Nothing To Wear.
And now I have what can only be described as a first world problem here – my son, age 7, a.k.a. “Mr. Gold Lame,” is somewhat desperate for a tuxedo. I don’t see such a purchase being made in the near future, but it is fun to imagine the possibilities.
How about one of those tuxedo t-shirts?
He probably wouldn’t go for that.
What about matching tuxedos for Otis and F instead?
Not doing it for you? How about this one instead?
Ahh, much better. Maybe I’ll have to come around on this one.