The biggest son made the high school basketball team and announced they needed fancy clothes to wear the day of their games.

Mrs. Gomango piled him into the Traverse and they returned 2 hours later with very large bags.

I swear, he put the new duds on, and this is what he looked like:



No one is going to mess with this kid.

Oh, yeah. $225 so he can look "decent" on game day.