Around six months ago, Humza yells down to me, ‘Abujee, what should I wear?’
That’s a common question heard around our house every morning. Normally it’s addressed to his mother, but on the weekend mornings she sleeps in, giving me the opportunity to give Humza fashion tips from a Real Man (inspired by MrEspy).
‘Put on anything. You’re old enough to dress yourself!’ I reply to the seven year old.
Two minutes later, he comes down looking like this:
Now I’ll admit I’m no fashion aficionado (friends and foe alike will attest to that), but even I could tell there was something wrong with that picture. And you can see that I decided to have a bit of fun with the some added props.
As I mentioned, that was around 6 months ago.
Last night Humza went upstairs to put on his pajamas and he came back looking like this:
As bad as my taste may be in fashion, I can honestly say I’ve never been this...hmmmm...how can I word this...extravagant.
But you know the saddest part of this story? I probably wouldn't have said anything if it were not for the shock and horror of my wife when she saw Humza.
But seriously, I think the guiltiest party in this tragic tale is my wife for having bought him such bright orange clothing. What was she thinking?!
I thought orange was cool for toddlers and infants whose outfits are bought from Gymboree and Pumpkin Patch. Or high-schoolers who shop at Abercrombie and Fitch.
But a second-grader? Even a fashion imbecile like me can figure that one out...with a bit of assistance.