The Devil Wears Seersucker

My Sunday started out just lovely. We went for a walk as a family, including Amos. Then mommy and daddy had to go to a seminar for my baptism while Grandma and Aunt Catherine and soon to be Uncle Luke admired my cuteness. I don't know why they need to baptize me. Clearly I'm the sweetest, most angelic thing ever. I mean, just look at me:

Anyway, it was shortly after they got home that we had the unfortunate "clothing incident." You see, I was wearing a perfectly cute outfit that mommy had dressed me in earlier, my striped pants and a red shirt. After eating my afternoon snack, daddy took me upstairs to change my diaper. That's when it happened. When he brought me back downstairs, I was wearing this:

For those of you who can't see very well, that's a Hawaiian print shirt and striped pants. Together. The same outfit. You can imagine how embarrassing this is for me and mommy, but especially me. I mean look at me. I can't fend for myself. I can't dress myself. I just have to lie there and take it while Daddy dresses me like a clown. And the part that is most surprising, is that we're talking about a man who takes great pride in his Brooks Brothers attire. Why did he feel this was ok??? All I can say is that Karma is a bitch daddy-o, and should a poop stain makes its way to your seersucker suit, you have no one to blame but yourself!