The First of MANY Posts of this Kind.

So, not a secret, my parents are ridiculous people. Amazing and I love them and could never ask for anything more, but just... absolutely ridiculous. The best stories I have generally involve e-mails or texts from my mom or pretty much anything my dad does. Ever. IE The Christmas Card Incident, in which we decided to go "casual" and he trots downstairs in a 3 piece suit. When my mom called him out, it was "WHAT? I LOOK NICE."

So yesterday I came back from a LONG weekend in Virginia to see my mom who just had surgery and is already back to being a total bad ass. I go to my room to change into sweats (aka my happy place) and see a t-shirt on the bed that I don't recognize. On further inspection, it's a vintage NY Yankees shirt, size medium. I was actually thrilled my dad picked out the right size t-shirt (UNLIKE THE JAYSON WERTH MEN'S JERSEY INCIDENT OF LAST CHRISTMAS) but was really confused as to why in hell he would get me a yankees shirt. I just figured someone gave it to him for free and he was going to give it to me.

So we're eating dinner (and by "dinner" I mean "frozen stuff that's been in our fridge for over a year" which resulted in my eating extremely questionable pizza) and I decided to ask my dad why/where he got me that shirt -

Me: Did you get me a yankees shirt?

Dad: Oh yeah, I did. Wait...what?

Me: There was a vintage looking yankees t-shirt on my bed, I figured you got it for free

Dad: OHHHHH that's mine.

Me: What?

Dad: Yeah that's my shirt, I don't know why it was in your room

Mom: I washed it and thought it was Carrie's

Dad: Why would you do that?

Me: It's a girls shirt, Dad

Dad: No, it's not

Mom: Bill...yes it is

Dad: NO IT ISN'T. YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW MY OWN SHIRTS?

Needless to say, my dad has been wearing a ladies medium t-shirt for the past several months. Comfortably.

(and for those of you who need a visual)

I will be showing him the gender of this model the next time I see him.