My husband has pretty good fashion sense (he is Italian after all) but he is also a dad, and I am pretty sure that before they give you your Daddy license, they have to make sure that you own a pair of Crocs. How else could you explain the prevalence of this hideously ugly rubber footwear among men who are old enough to know better? Anyway, so Daddy has a pair of Crocs that he wears around the house and to do yard work. Today, we were outside in the garden, and then decided to take a short walk around the hood. Halfway down the street my daughter stops in her tracks, points down at daddy’s shoes and says, “UH OH!” My sentiments exactly, honey.