November 3, 2010
I'm digging the back view, the taper from shoulders to waist apparent through the T-shirt yet not overtly displayed, cargo shorts the perfect length to showcase calves furry enough to indicate "man" but not enough to broadcast "caveman". No sign of attachment on his ring finger. Maybe he's jewelry-averse. Or perhaps a DILF on a mission for still-sleeping Mama? Alas, I see nothing dinosaur- or diaper-shaped through the thin white plastic bag grasped in that hand. Just as I start to consider re-entering Whole Foods to investigate, he turns around, revealing an infant strapped to his chest. Oh no, Daddy-O!