Ridge came downstairs the other morning dressed and ready for the day. I noticed he was looking kinda bulky and flippantly asked how many shirts he was wearing, thinking he had just put his shirt on over his pajamas. 
He answered quite matter of factly "five." WHAT?! Let me see I cried, and he happily obliged. Sure enough FIVE shirts. All of them right side out facing the correct way. I guess he just couldn't decided which shirt he wanted to wear that day.
He answered quite matter of factly "five." WHAT?! Let me see I cried, and he happily obliged. Sure enough FIVE shirts. All of them right side out facing the correct way. I guess he just couldn't decided which shirt he wanted to wear that day. 
