<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Jack blinked owlishly at Papa.  "Not really.  I think the floofy would be hard to walk in."<br/>
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The man did some calculations, choosing a size for Jack that would likely fit his thumb and middle finger by middle school and his ring finger by high, and be able to be sized up if he had a growth spurt after that.  "Neither myself nor my husband wore a floofy dress at our wedding, lad," he offered quietly, "and it still managed to be a lovely affair."  There was another sad smile as he shifted to the chains, seeking out something that would be both comfortable and stylish.</span></span>