"No! Lacey, you can't!" Jonathan whined like a b***h.
"Don't whine like a bitch."
"Noooo!" He continued to whine, rather bitchily.
"Patterned polos, wifebeaters, and graphic tees with snarky catch phrases. They all have to leave the rotation."
"That's my entire wardrobe!" he whined. I shrugged, unmoved and merciless. "What am I supposed to wear?!"
"You can wear button ups if you actually button them, plain shirts that fit, polos if they look good, but that's a really case-by-case thing. Wear things that male models wear, but dialed back to look like a normal person."
"I don't have those things!"
I shrugged. "S'okay, I'm Daddy's little girl."
He slumped. "Well yeah, but it's not like he's gonna just give you $300 to buy me clothes."
A dial tone cut him off, my phone in hand, Dad's
