I’m sporting a new style these days. Thanks to my Dad.
I’m pretty sure there’s an issue with the order of my outfit.
Dad’s a fantastic guy. I appreciate the help with my diaper. All the necessary items are on board: diaper, onesie, and pants. But I think the onesie is supposed to go over the diaper and under the bunny pants.
It’s not a bad look. In fact, I’m feeling a little Jane Fonda, circa early 1980s. If I throw on a headband, I’ll be ready for a workout.
I heard from Mom that Dad has previously struggled with infant clothing order. Perhaps sequencing isn’t his strong suit. At least Johnny and I are in the same fashion boat.
It’s good to have company.