Sunday, May 15, 2011
One of the many pleasures of fatherhood is getting older and having your smartass children make fun of you. My father is no exception to this rule, as he seems to have grown a fondness for spilling food on his shirt. And boy do I laugh! Raucous, loud, obnoxious laughter.
But all that just means when the tables are turned and I spill melted butter down the front of my new H&M sweater dress, he laughs louder. Good thing it was $10 on sale!
Shoes - Aldo
Neckalce - Madewell