My oldest goon loves to dress up. He uses his Native American Thanksgiving school garb for a Carlos Santana knockoff and boogies on down. He dons yellow sunglasses and a pit crew hat and develops a pretty good southern drawl. And lately...his favorite outfit...
He looks a little like a terrorist, but something is missing with the Nick and Nora cowboy sheet berka. By the way, my littlest goon is far from being scared by these ensembles. In fact, everytime his brother puts on the helmet, he picks up a guitar and hammers his brother's head which is followed by hysterical laughter.
I truly don't get it.
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