Alright, friends. I simply have to alert you to this blog post from Dad and Buried, who’s son received one of my Omar Bibs for Christmas this year. The post itself is hilarious, as is this photo of the babe in question wearing the bib, looking somewhat unenthused:
Long story short, my son will never again be allowed anywhere near his gift. Instead, the Omar bib will be framed and hung in the front hallway of my home as a warning that drug dealers, po-po and lame-o babies whose parents watch terrible television aren’t welcome in my house.
Read the whole post here.