I'm outside playing with my little cow (Tyson, my 116 pound pit bull) when I notice Dad grilling in a "new" outfit, a baby-blue checkered shirt with jeans of a similar blueish hue.
Me: Ah, shucks, won't you look at that... daddy's all matching!
Dad: oh... this? It's my dad's.
Me: ... oh...
I don't know... but... that just creeps me out... it's not the first time it happens, either.
I guess his siblings gave him all of my grandpa's clothes... and my dad is going off and actually wearing them...
It's just... sad... and a little creepy... but mostly sad.
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