Flash Back

Lincoln spilled water on himself for the tenth time of the day yesterday. He marched upstairs to change his clothes. Matt and I were busy getting ready for some dinner guests. As he came down the stairs, Lincoln said, "Look at my new outfit!!!" (I didn't even know that he knew the word "outfit"). This is what he came up with:

It reminded me of the following blog post from when Lincoln was 6 months or so:

When Matt and I were first married, we were getting ready to go some place. I was done getting dressed and waiting for Matt in the living room. He comes out wearing a striped shirt and plaid shorts. It wouldn't have been too bad if either pattern had been a little more subtle, but both were very loud. I put my foot down and made Matt go change. He said, "What don't you like about it? It's funky fresh!". There have been plenty of times since then that Matt has put on kind of a wild combo and I'll say, "I think that might be a little too 'Funky Fresh' for the occasion". The other day I asked Matt to get Lincoln dressed, and this is the outfit he came up with. I should have known. Not only is the outfit Funky Fresh, but the shorts are also 5 times Lincoln's size.