When you look at your son and think, how is my boy supposed to grow up with any kind of self-esteem when his mom dresses him like this?

Tory, we really need to talk about this. I’m still cringing over the outfit she picked out for the Easter Egg Hunt. Maybe I should grab a bottle of BBQ sauce and let Simi have at the wardrobe.

Or at least the photos so that Bas won’t have to be tortured by them when he’s older. Makes me really glad I seriously predate photography.

Just saying…