Wearing your dad's clothes

When I was 5 years old (1984), my grandfather (who was a railroad engineer for Southern Pacific) surprised me for my birthday by taking me on a train ride. I got to drive and everything. It was one of the greatest days of my young life, and I still remember it fondly. As part of my day, he gave me a set of engineers coveralls. I still have those, and as I was rummaging through a drawer today, I came across those coveralls. I remember that I loved them so much, as I began to outgrow them, my mom made them into shorts so I could still wear them. Tonight, I let my 5 year old wear them, and we snapped this picture. For those of you with a Cajun or French background, I'm sure you'll agree with me that the only words appropriate here are "awww, cher."