Last Sunday I was attempting to put a white polo shirt with a few stripes on it on Sam. He is not fond of wearing any shirt with a collar, but I insist for church.
He looked at me not so happily.
"I'm not wearing that shirt."
"Sam, it's fine. You have to wear a shirt like this to church."
"Not this one. My orange one, please."
"Why? What is wrong with this one?"
"I'm not a fan of white shirts."
Ramblings about my two favorite kids
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