He named one Gap, and one Pag. Well, picture him bending down and looking at his feet. He was wearing the embroidered pair of Gap brand-name socks he got for his birthday, and he says that when he bends down, from his view one side says Gap, and the other paG, which you and I know is Gap backwards. Now even my kindergarten son knows specialty clothing when he sees it. It's kind of interesting to me how we, as society, feel we need labels.
Clothing is no exception.
To be such a little bitty alligator, it sure can take big bites. Even with their name on them, all of their shirts seem to be on somebody else's back. It used to be interesting to sit in the dusty old country church where I grew up as a youngster. You could look to one end of the pew and see the church treasurer sitting there in his nice suit, and to the other, the church carpenter sitting there in his Liberty overalls. I guess the treasurer just didn't know how to dress.