One good shirt!

We went to ball the other week and as i looked over to Darren, i noticed the shirt he decided to wear out in public..........hmmm. With 6 kids, sometimes you get to where you are going and realize that someone is still wearing pyjamas and you are about to walk into church. Or that *someone* ( if you read this blog, you will know who) is wearing a HUGE Indian war bonnet as you enter the public library. Or that your 6 and 8 year olds have done themselves in full make-up, just for the fun of it to go to town...Anyways, Darren was wearing what is described by HIM as "My good shirt." For your interest, it is described by ME as "Trash." First he grew out of it. Still he wore it. Then he permanently stained it. Still he wore it. Finally, exasperated seeing it come downstairs for the gra-jillionth time, i said, "Well, if you're going to wear that still, then we have to cut off the arms so that no one knows you grew out of it. He said, "I don't care." and thought it was hilarious as i snipped off the sleeves. "It's still my favourite shirt and THAT won't stop me." Then i said,"Well, we can't get these stains out so i guess I'll just snip that out too!" I pulled at the stain and snipped it. He thought that was even funnier, but when i threatened to make peep holes for his nipples he wouldn't let me. He wore the shirt all day like that. It has been AT LEAST a month since that exchange and yet... what shirt is he STILL wearing, fresh with a new stain? Which shirt did i mindlessly just throw in the laundry rather than the garbage yesterday? Darren's "good shirt". :P --j