I’m about to blow your mind here, so brace yourself. My mom’s sister married my dad’s brother, which means that not only do I share the same last name with that set of cousins, but we have all of the same relatives. It’s weird, but it’s not incest. (Trust me, I’ve Googled it.) So when my cousin recently had a baby, I pretty much had to represent, right? Visual:
Our parents all grew up in Chicago, so the blue and red is a subtle shout-out to the Cubs. I don’t actually know if they’re Cubs fans or not, but as long as these items can be machine washed and dried after their baby spit up all kinds of fun stuff on them, I suppose it really doesn’t matter. Cubs, White Sox, Mariners…in the end you still have a bunch of gross crap on a burp cloth. amIrightoramIright?






























