It's all about your image.

I seem to be pretty serious when I write here. But in real life I do have a sense of humor. Or, at least I think I do. So I'm trying a more "light hearted" topic this time. And maybe, just maybe, I can get someone to laugh.

What better way to evoke delight than the topic of fashion? Or better yet, my sons image. And you have to cut him some slack, he is only 2, so his "image" is mostly based on the items he can reach.
Not that I have much fashion sense. And I certainly don't really have an image. I wear clothes that are utilitarian. I live in yoga pants and tee-shirts. Mind you they are a fitted tee-shirt, not baggy. But I do lots of sitting-on-the-floor stuff and I get spit-up on, a lot. So instead of 13 pairs of jeans, 47 tee-shirts, and countless undergarments, I wash yoga pants and tee-shirts.

And that's not to say I don't have any fashion sense. If I get dressed for an outing in public, I stick to the GAP look. Black or white shirt, almost-trashy-tight jeans and sunglasses. Classic. And I only wear the almost-trashy-jeans because I lost a TON of weight and can feel good about my butt.

But I'm not talking about my image. Let's talk about my DS's image.

He walks around with his hand down his pants like Al Bundy. And he's 2.

And it gets better. He prefers doing this while wearing his sisters sparkly shoes. And sunglasses is he can get a hold of some. Maybe some gaudy Mardi Gras necklaces too.

It's like Rocky Horror meets Sesame Street.

I take a lot of pictures, so hopefully when he is a rotten teenager I can humble him into housework and stuff by threatening to post all the pics on his FaceBook. (If Facebook is even around then!)

But mostly I just smile and nod.

This afternoon he comes clumping in the kitchen in a normal rugby tee-shirt. He's got a pair of silver glitter ballet flats on that are 4 sizes too big. He has a pair of those 3-D glasses on that come from the movie theater. He's wearing a long, gaudy plastic necklace. And his hands are down the front of his pants.

*sigh*

He really likes wearing my nightgowns too.

So he may not have that GQ look, but he certainly knows how to keep it um, colorful?