Dressing Ghetto

My son never ceases to amaze me. The ideas that float around in his head baffle me. Several weeks ago, he and I were going somewhere together and just before we left the house, he asked me if I were going out like "that". (This is usually a line reserved for your significant other.) Anyway - I asked him what was wrong with jeans and a sweat shirt. Not answering my question, he asked if it wouldn't be better to wear a button down shirt w/ t-shirt underneath. HUH? We are going the freakin' Home Depot! Get a life! I did make a move in his direction by changing to a pull-over polo shirt.

Forward to last week... We were going to a fast food joint for a quick bite. Again, the same question directed itself toward me. This time I was dressed in running shorts and a T-shirt. Apparently it didn't meet with Mr. Fashion's approval. When I asked him what was wrong with my outfit he told me my shorts were ghetto! Shorts, ghetto? Good Grief! I asked him if my jeans shorts would be less ghetto enough to go get fast food. An affirmative answer came back at me.

I guess next time I go clothes shopping, I'd better take him along. I wouldn't want my wardrobe to offend him! I believe we've entered the "My parents embarrass me" phase of teendom.