"I've got to get a bow tie to go with my Fez" says the Boy Scaryduck Junior, the proud owner of exactly 1 (ONE) Fez.
"That's no problem," I reply, "I've got a clip on that looks like you're being strangled by a bat in my drawer upstairs."
"Yeah. A bow tie," he repeats, "A bow tie and suspenders."
I worry for that boy.
Braces, son, BRACES.