About a month ago my wife decided to desecrate our child by dressing him up as a little girl. Since then I have been cautiously keeping my distance from her, expecting some lighting bolt to strike her down from the Heavens. It hasn't happened yet, so I decided to try and make it right on my own by dressing him up Manly Baby style. Although the outfits are about 10 sizes too large, it's the best I could do with the resources that were provided to me.
He was having a little trouble staying upright.
With great power (and hulking muscle) comes great responsibility.
"What are you lookin' at, bub?"
"Let me just get this piece of spinach out of my two teeth."
I don't really know what I was going for here. I guess he's supposed to be a half-naked jester who wields a magic wand. That's something, right?
Manliness has been restored! And there was much rejoicing.
