Since becoming a dad about 14 months ago, I’ve learned a lot of things–both good and bad. For example, rawhide bones are not the same thing as teething rings. Vomit cleans up nicely off leather. And perhaps most importantly, my innate lack of fashion sense no longer matters. The reality is when I’m pushing a stroller, dolling out “puffs” and chasing my son around in the park, no one cares what I’m wearing.
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