Talking with Miles this evening about colors. I ask him what colors of clothes go well together.
“A gray shirt.”
Hmmmm, I think. Conservative tendencies. Maybe the makings of a GAP kid. Sigh. I press on: “And what color pants go with a gray shirt?”
“Pink and orange and green and blue.”
“All of those colors together in one pair of pants?”
“Polka dots or stripes?”
“Polka dots AND stripes!”
“With a gray shirt?”
“Mmmm hmmm daddy, with a gray shirt.”
Keep in mind this is coming from a kid who has never expressed one iota of interest in his clothes, other than to favor boots shaped like alligators.