He’s got a crew neck; mine is a v-neck. Same difference.
The boy is wearing a white T this morning.
I like white T’s. It’s what I wear.
There’s nothing as cute as a little man dressed like 爸爸. Especially when you’re 爸爸.
(Actually, wrong. It was cuter when he was a baby in his sister’s pink onesies. Poor guy didn’t know any better while defying gender norms.)
He’s starting to get picky about his clothes. When he grows up, he’ll dress better than his daddy.
But for now, I’ll take him dressing like me.