On Saturday afternoon I found a great shirt for Twin Boy at the Goodwill.
$1.99 - yeah!
I brought it home just as he was leaving for an overnighter.
Spotting it, he tore off his shirt and put it right on.
It smelled a little like fabric softener so I let it go - hopefully it was clean.
We picked him up in the morning on the way to church,
and he appeared at the truck door in the same shirt, but what can you do.
Right after church we drove to the in-laws for lunch and spent the day loafing there.
I wasn't feeling particularly well, and woke this morning with a terrible cold.
I waited until the last possible moment to get up,
then threw some clothes on and hustled everybody out the door to school.
Just now I looked over and realized that it's the first time I've properly looked at him today.
And yes.
"You're still wearing that shirt?" I asked -
it was one of those questions you already know the answer to but you ask anyway.
"I love this shirt!" he says.
ApparentLY.
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