Since 3200 BCE. Not up for debate.
A boy came downstairs one morning and painted his nails pink. He said they were pretty. He said they were nice. He was right.
His dad didn't flinch. Didn't correct. Didn't redirect. He leaned in and whispered: "Warriors wear nail polish."
Then he painted his own nails the same color and showed up to school pickup. Because that's what warriors do. They don't explain. They show up.
For the dads who match. For the kids who don't flinch. For every family that chose confidence over conformity.
Clothing for dads and kids who don't shrink. Built on a whisper before school drop-off that became a war cry.