I meet daily with two wonderful women as part of my reporter duties. Aside from readily supplying me with the information I need for my stories, they also serve as my sounding board for all things marriage and parent related. Namely, that means I tell them what’s going on in my life and they promptly take my wife’s side and call me an idiot.
Never was that more apparent than this morning when somehow we got on the topic of appropriate dress for babies. Although they told me babies should be dressed in Ralph Lauren and other foofy designer clothes, I disagreed. I told them I am somewhat of a connoisseur when it comes to awesome baby shirts. They asked me what I meant and here’s what I showed them, all courtesy of www.tshirthell.com:
Now I fully admit some of these should probably not be worn outside the home for varying reasons. But “Hung Like a Five Year Old” and “Daddy Drinks Because I Cry” and “Cuter Than Baby Jesus?” THOSE ARE HYSTERICAL! I laughed so hard it hurt when I first read them.
But when I looked at the two ladies and waited for them to double over in laughter, they simply stared at me with a disapproving look any husband is already very familiar with and shook their heads slowly from side to side. They were HORRIFIED that I’d ever consider dressing my kid in any of those shirts and promptly made fun of me for being “white trash.”
Yeah, if “white trash” is code for totally hilarious then I am white trash.
But I think this one boils down to a difference between men and women. All of the guys and fathers I’ve showed these to have nearly wet themselves laughing. And for good reason, they are funny as hell. But most of the women — including my wife — have been less than amused.
Granted, they are a little white trash. I’ll capitulate on that point. But it’s like 10% white trash, 90% funny as shit! And it’s not like I’d put Will in this shirt right before we take a family photo or anything. I just think it’s funny to wear around the house and when friends are over. What’s so wrong with that?
So I leave it to you, loyal Daddy Files readers, white trash or laugh yourself silly?