Jump! Jump!

Remember these guys?

Every single day I flash back to sixth grade when it was cool (for my neighbor friends and me, anyway) to wear huge baggy clothes--and wear 'em backward, if we were feeling extra hardcore.

I reminisce every day because every day Drew wants to dress himself and every day he puts on the Corvette shirt that Grandpa gave him for his birthday (whether it's clean or not), that will fit him better when he's about five, and every day he puts it on backward. Then he puts on his jeans. Backward. I don't know about Mack Daddy or Daddy Mack, but my boy wears his underpants backward, too.

And every day I walk around the house singing, "Jump! Jump! Kriss Kross'll make ya jump! Jump! & Daddy Mack'll make ya Jump! Jump! Wiggata wiggata wiggata whack!"