He wasn't so sure about this but I was all, "Oh please dress like Chica for me," and daddy was all, "Oh Juj, I am putty in your chubby little hands, of course I'll dress up for you."
He looks pretty great, right?!
I mean, he's not exactly Chica, but it's close enough.
I picked up a book of lawyer jokes just in case he needed some material on the treadmill.
I wasn't even scared of Chica-daddy, though his fluff was kind of itchy.