Despite winding down a bit, it’s still summer. And in my book of summer rules, shoes are always optional. Joshua’s picked up on the rule and I couldn’t be more pleased. Of course, add “no shirt” and it looks like you may have sauntered your way down from the Appalachian’s Hillybilly quadrant/the nearest trailer park’s Monster Truck and Tractor Pull.
But not Joshua. Using brawn and might and might and brawn (and lots of sound effects) he’s wrastled redneck chic into a pint-sized cross between old school Marky Mark and Abercrombie and Fitch Jr.. Which is really weird, because he’s barely 3 and is suddenly looking like a little gentleman. Sniff.
