On second thought, don't answer that. We don't have that many hours.
Here's one obvious problem, at least:
Just wait. It gets worse.
For the record, I am ashamed. Deeply ashamed. And yet...
The best part is that's an EXTRA SMALL sweatshirt. For dogs "5 lbs +/-" And Ceiba will ALWAYS be an extra small, because she will never grow up and stop being my eensy weensy baby, unlike SOME PEOPLE AROUND HERE who are suddenly wearing size 24 month clothing, which is totally not as cute as those little polka-dot footie jammies, and the hats hardly ever have ears on them anymore, and why do all the stores want to dress my child like a damn lumberjack?
This. Minus the ladies' undergarments, obviously, but still.
Okay, Noah might have the suspenders. And I think we do maybe have a similar kind of hat. And how damn awesome is this? But I draw the line at the shirt! I have my limits!
GOD. FINE. I totally don't, since the doggie sweatshirt wasn't even close to being the most obnoxious thing I purchased that day.
The hypocrisy! It burns!
Again: so deeply ashamed. I can't even bring myself to try them on, because what if I think they look kind of cute? WHAT THEN?