I'm trying to help Tavish get dressed in the morning...he has definite opinions now about his outfits that don't always coincide with mine. Today he has picked a shirt and shorts combination that totally clash, I'm trying to convince him that he should either switch out the shirt or switch out the shorts...he is refusing and the situation is escalating until finally...
Me: why don't you want to switch your shirt or shorts?
Tavish: because I want to be weird!
Ok. Done. He definitely looked weird. But happy.
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