Why My Son Looks Weird In A Romper
A year and a half.
After seeing my son wear this romper, I finally understand the meaning of the 1991 hit song, “I’m Too Sexy” by Right Said Fred.
Just like I personally know how it is being too sexy for my hat, my shirt, and my cat, so my son is too masculine for this plaid romper.
It just doesn’t work for him. Sorry Son, but this is one outfit you can’t pull off. And I think it’s safe to say that’s a compliment.
This past Saturday my wife skeptically dressed Jack in his new romper as we met some friends at The Pfunky Griddle for breakfast.
As he played in the foyer, I couldn’t help but notice: He doesn’t look right in this thing.
What would it take for him to be able to pull it off? A chili bowl haircut, for starters.
But I don’t think Jack is the chili bowl haircut kind of boy. His military cut seems to suit him well; as does his deep and raspy Croatian voice.
Jack hits his head hard every day as he plays and never flinches or cries about it; most of the time he doesn’t even realize that, technically, he’s injured.
He might as well have a barbed wire tattoo around his bicep.
Jack can pull off “cute,” but not this kind of cute.
I’m not knocking little boys’ rompers, because obviously as many other boy toddlers I see wearing them, and as many are being sold in stores, they must be good for somebody.
Though I personally prefer to dress nice and classy every chance I get, my wife says that she prefers me as a “t-shirt and jeans guy.”
Similarly, I think my son is a t-shirt and jeans toddler.
And he can rock a retro yellow suit from 1981.
Or a wool cap in 85 degree weather.
But to see him grunt his way around in between bar stools and benches wearing this, he just seems like a walking contradiction.
Am I a macho chauvinist dad or am I right to assume that these kinds of rompers just aren’t appropriate for 18 month-old little boys?
Only Right Said Fred can judge me.