The Dress Code

In this house, we have no dress code.

For if my loin-fruit are even clothed in part, I am grateful.

I lie.  I love it when they’re “nakey nakey”. 

But that’s not generally well accepted by the store manager at Meijer.

So when they do get dressed {up}, it most often includes an eclectic mix of other people’s shoes, random family member’s hats, barely-fits-anymore seasonal wear…and melt-your-heart smiles.  Or rather, grimaces.

Which, of all their accessories, turns out to be my favorite.

{Yes, they’re all mine.  No, you may not have them}