Week Eight: The Future's So Bright...Or Is It?

If accessories make the man, then Cass is a veritable "dude" with an early aptitude for '90s white-guy dance moves, like the one he's practicing here. Much to my dismay, there's no denying he busted out the seated version of the Cabbage Patch--and is clearly enjoying it. [Note: he did not learn this at home.] Cass was just hanging out in his pastel loungewear, when I decided to give his new sunglasses a whirl. It was as if he took on the persona of the sunglasses--and to be frank, it kind of freaked me out. He looks like he could grow up to be the kind of guy who drives a crappy speedboat wearing no shirt and aqua socks, listens to Jimmy Buffet, and has a killer collection of beer cozies.

I think we'll be seeing more of the floppy hat, less of the plastic imitation baby Oakleys this summer. I blame two things: a) the flourescent green color, and b) the stretchy elastic lanyard, also known as Croakies in some circles.