We were so poor we wore only hand me downs. My Dad would take me to the loading dock of the Gap. He would lovingly lift me into the back of the semi-truck and say "OK! Be a good boy and hand me down that stack of blue jeans". Later on he would pat me on the head and say "If you ever say anything about this I am gonna kick your little ass!" We weren't rich but I have fond memories!
God thinks it's fun to confuse primates. Larsen's God!