Onesie. Twosie. Threesie. Four.

I am wondering about the onesie.

After utilizing the unique-to-infants garment with the Grand Boy this weekend, I am definitely pondering about it.

Why has the onesie lost favor as the child grows? Why has such an ingenious invention as the onesie not been utilized by general society as a viable fashion alternative?

Imagine a world where an older, larger-bellied gentleman can just snap his shirt into place, yes, with no more constant tucking and retucking over the protrusion. In front.

Note: Simmer down, everyone. I am referring to the protrusion of the belly, for crying out loud.

Now imagine a world where a youth in saggy gang-banging pants is sporting a neatly-snapped polo on his bum instead of his Joe Boxers. And the professional basketball player in a onesie could more easily abide by the NBA-imposed 'tuck rule,' providing a more streamlined look, which is a little trick that male figure skaters have long enjoyed.

So, please join me in my plea for common sense for the emergence of the onesie as not just a fashion statement, but for the consideration of the teensie, the groomsie with a quick-release mechanism, the sportsie or if one is playing a sport requiring a ball, the ballsie, and of course the oldsie, for obvious reasons, unfortunately.

And plumber's crack? A thing of the past.

Heck, yes!



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