A few years back my cousin had a little, tiny, adorable son. Since no one in my family can exist without a nickname, his first name was bastardized and we all welcomed T-Bone into this cold world. Being the awesomely hip cousins and cousins-in-law that we are got him a kicking shirt from Neighborhoodies.
But now more cousins are having more babies and there are silent assumptions that they deserve shirts as well. And since we have never feared being awesome we will oblige. Probs is we got no ideas. T-Bone was easy. One was born last month and there is a third one on the way.
We need your help. We dont want to be two kids behind.
The new one's name is Oliver. I keep getting stuck on a little hoodie that just says “Closeoff” in big, block letters.