DON'T do it for the kids

There is much which could be said about the following observation... And a better writer could likely spin it together with oddly-similar anecdotes and craft a profound funny and poignant unifying theme.

But alas, you're stuck with me, and so I'm just going to say that this is a pretty funny.

I was at a children's museum with my family today. I love museums like this, and not because I get to spend quality time with my son(though that is important), but because, frankly, there's some pretty cool stuff there. Attendance at such a place is a real perk of fatherhood....how else could I get to play with a giant bubble machine without looking like a total weirdo.

At any rate, while at said museum, I witnessed something which I can only say borders on child abuse. There was a child, who by all accounts looked healthy and happy; he was accompanied by his doting mother and typically-aloof father. I thought nothing of the kid until I noticed it....

The kid's collar was popped.

Pardon my acronyms...but WTF?

First of all, who came up with popped collars in the first place? Was someone at the country club so concerned with yuppy vampires that they felt compelled to place some solid Ralph Lauren cotton around their neck? Or did we as as society just need one more way to look like a total d-bag. But more to the point, why subject your child to the inevitable mocking he will endure circa ten years from now?

If you want to engage in this strange Danny Zuko meets Judge Smails fashion faux pas, be my guest.

But keep it to yourself...for the children's sake.