Fashion Advice First…

I have a teen-aged daughter, therefore, I receive the occasional fashion advice. Usually unsolicited.

I returned home from an event last night and The Girl greeted me with… not disgust, not vicarious embarrassment, but more of a request rather than advice. The request was that I avoid wearing my khaki pants and red Keds. It was more of a beg than a request, springing from her 15 years of parochial schooling. And I really got a great, big laugh out it, once I figured it out…

Apparently, I was dressed just like a Catholic school boy.