olds don't really care about about what they are wearing for the offending photo shoot. Providing of course that the following don't have said photo be shown in their teenage years to the following:
- prospective girlfriends
- military recruiters
But to show that I am not making light of these siblings, I voluntarily offer my own...um...grandparents dress up...um...disaster? Far be it from me to offer sartorial tips to Phil and Marty when you catch me in my 1961 (I think) Easter 'suit' they purchased at Alexanders or wherever in the Borough of Queens. I don't know if doinky quite sums me up here, but hey - my knees are no more knobbier than those of either Phil or Marty...