My husband has pretty good fashion sense (he is Italian after all) but he is also a dad, and I am pretty sure that before they give you your Daddy license, they have to make sure that you own a pair of Crocs. How else could you explain the prevalence of this hideously ugly rubber footwear among men who are old enough to know better? Anyway, so Daddy has a pair of Crocs that he wears around the house and to do yard work. Today, we were outside in the garden, and then decided to take a short walk around the hood. Halfway down the street my daughter stops in her tracks, points down at daddy’s shoes and says, “UH OH!” My sentiments exactly, honey.
Just Say No to Crocs