There Ought To Be a Law . . .

Against going to Target dressed like this.

The best part?

This person is male, and from the front, looked much like Santa Claus (in both build and facial hair).

And, now, the backstory . . . .

We were headed to the grocery store, but stopped on our way for "a couple of things" at Target. After we got what we needed, of course we had to take a look at the baby stuff.

There were some new, very cute little onsies and such, and after much debate, I decided to go get the "gun" (scanner) so we could add them to our registry.

I told Shrike to wait there, and I'd be right back with it.

Well, of course, I had to stop at the potty on my way, then print out our barcode, then wait for the "customer service" girl to finish texting her BFF and notice that I was there, and then wait for her to find the scanner.

Right about that time, my phone rang, and I saw that it was Shrike. Ruh roh.

I answered with, "I'm sorry, I'm on my way. I had to pee. I'll be right there."

She said, "You have to get back here right now, because I have to show you something funny, and I don't know how long it'll be here."

Well, I knew right off that it would be a someone, rather than a something, but I never could have imagined.

When I found her, she grabbed me and whispered in my ear a description that didn't even do justice to the reality.

So, I mosied over to the aisle where he was shopping, pretended to look at a DVD, then pretended to check a text message or something, and took the photo.

I'm awful, I know, but if you're going to go out in public like this, you are just asking to have your ass plastered all over the internet.