All of us parents and parents-to-be have been there. That moment when a friend or family member generously buys clothing for our little one, clothing so garish even Elton John would gasp, “Oh honey, no.” And the gesture is so heartfelt, all we can do is pray those childhood acting classes are finally paying off and our smile is masking our inner horror.
“How CUTE is that? Thank you!” we squeal three octaves too high.
We have no choice but to torture our child with the outfit at least once, so we can take a picture as evidence that s/he DID wear it, then toss it in the back of the closet along with the Morrissey t-shirts from college we simply cannot bear to part with.
As part of our “When Bad Gifts Happen to Cute Babies” series, here is yet another one of these unfortunate but well-intentioned presents:
As the recipient aptly noted, “… this monstrosity was for saved for special occasions, such as “Mommy Hates Me Day” or “The Festival of Ugly Children: Let us Spit on Them.”
Even the panda is like, “Hey, don’t blame ME!”