Can you please call Justin Timberlake or Janet Jackson? I need help handling this PR nightmare.
Mommy Chick and I dashed out to run some errands (that's what she calls going to Starbucks) and this is what happened! It's like some sort of weird fraternity ritual, driving around blindfolded. Next she is going to make me chug boobie milk through a funnel, I just know it.
To her credit, I started out pretty cute. I was actually quite jazzed about my ensemble: a basic white onesie, Carters striped pants, Baby Gap vest, and custom-made hat.
For the record, I advise against most of you (including MC) wearing horizontally-striped pants.
What's the worst warbrobe malfunction you've ever had?