All the cool kids have them.  Liam has Babylegs now too.

He has the red bandanna design, the flames, Jolly Jack and a rainbow pair.  And, yes, that is a bruise on his forehead from yesterday morning when he toppled into the chair in pursuit of a squeaky ladybug toy.

*Bandanna boys were a "secret society" kind of thing at Wittenberg.  Really, it was an all-male drinking club.  The initiation was a serious drink ’til you puke event.  Bandanna boys were identified by the bandanna hanging out of their back pockets.  Rumor had it, if a girl pulled the bandanna out of the pocket, it meant the girl wanted to "be alone" (I’ll leave the f-bomb out of it) with the boy.  My husband was a bandanna boy.  I never pulled his bandanna.  I wasn’t that kind of girl.  He still has his bandanna.  I use it to tie my hair back out of my eyes.