Seven or so years ago, I gifted upon my goddaughter, Lulu, a pair of glittery red bathing suit bottoms, along with a miniature kimono I bought in Japantown. (“What if it turns out to be a girl?” the grandmother asked me at the baby shower, and I said, “Even BETTER!”) When Lulu grew out of them, Dinah wore them, and then baby Rex got his turn.

Rex is four now, well past the recommended age range for the bathing suit. But still, when his mother Sophia told him to “go put some pants on,” just look what he came up with:

Photos courtesy of Marco.