Baby Clothes

I was talking to my friend, Cowboy Dan (self-named for no ostensible reason), about the concept of baby clothes.  He was telling me how he went with his brother to buy his baby nephew a Wu-Tang onesie and a Dwyane (yes, that's how it's spelled) Wade jersey, but ultimately aborted the mission, deciding that the $30 they were going to spend on the Wade jersey would be much better served in a savings account for the kid to spend at his own discretion later in life. 

Because when you think about it, buying expensive, stylish, designer baby clothes is really completely selfish on the parents' part (which reinforces my point about how having kids in the first place is selfish: http://iamthecurmudgeon.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-born.html).  The baby doesn't care what it wears; Honey Badger don't give a shit!  If you really cared about your kid, you'd put the money you were going to spend on his miniature Izod polo in a bank account for him... Although, I will say, if I end up having a baby with a black woman, I'm definitely getting that kid a pair of tiny Timberlands, because them shits is cute!