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My husband is a big Minnesota Vikings fan, so I bought this cute Vikings footie outfit for our son Linus at a secondhand store. It became Linus's unofficial Sunday outfit while the Vikings were still playing. Linus loves looking out our front window--which is pretty clear in this picture, judging by his wide-open, 2-toothed smile.
I decided that I couldn’t vote for linus without confirming that he was, in fact, the cutest one there. however, I only got through about 30 or so photos. Talk about faces only a mother could love. unless erin is willing to send me to some vacation home in the carribbean (sic) like a true lobbyist, I can only vote on the issues.
First: Vikings. Thumbs down. I’ve said it a million times: sports and purple should never intertwine.
Second: Getting his outfit from a second hand store. It’s a little bit pandering to the pity crowd…but it’s earnest. I like it.
Third: Looking out of the window? Needs elaboration. What was he looking at? A bus - could he want to be a bus driver when he gets older? The birds – will he revolutionize biology to benefit man? Go noble, I say. My reaction to this as it stands is: old people like to spend time looking out of the window. I don’t see much of a growth curve with this kid.
Fourth: he’s being held up. America – last I heard – wants an independent thinker. A trailblazer. Someone to break free of the shackles and bring us real change and hope for a brighter future. Linus is being controlled by bigger forces behind him…sounds like more of the same to me. If you were to put him next to a fluffy pitbull that had lipstick painted on it, we’d be in business.
Fifth: I do like the Johnny Rotten hairdo, and he’s not covered in slobber like most of the other children.
Let me think on it.
To which I say: Think on THIS, Peter! Ultimately, though, he did vote for the L-train. 'Lotta good that did.
Thank you, Stephanie, for telling me it was okay to post Peter's email. Peter, I look forward to meeting you this fall. And sorry I called you a jerk.


1 comments:
wait...there was a typo in my email? pointing it out = (sic) burn, dude.
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