For whatever reason I'm trying to discourage sleeping in the nude. But the children are like furnaces and by morning they have stripped out of their PJs. So, I purchased some A-shirts. Widely known as the wife-beater tank. Cooper took to 'em like I'm sure Sambora took to his first guitar.
But I'm having to retrain myself to call them A-shirts. What self respecting woman teaches another generation of men that anyone -- no matter what they are wearing -- can beat a wife?
Now, let's just hope he doesn't ask for some shit-kickers. Because where I'm from, they are called nothing but.
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