No. I will not allow it. Not under my roof. This baby wants to enjoy the fruits of my labor, it will refuse its mother if she approaches it with this garb of crap:

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As we speak, Mrs. Ranman is trying to remember where she put this bib that her Red Sox-loving parents mistakenly purchased on our behalf. This was years before I even knocked their little girl up. Now that we will have use for a bib in a few months- this is not the bib we will use.

To be fair, I will not impose a Yankees bib on our little one. New York Giants and Spongebob at most. Maybe even a cute one like “Daddy’s little angel” to help remind me not to go ballistic when there’s Gerber Creamed Carrots all over its face.

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