I asked Zeke to go get dressed this morning as usual. This is what he came up with. It started out as two t-shirts, one worn properly, his legs through the arm holes of the other. He claimed to be a "micromanager" and was striking menacing poses for us. When he decided he wanted to go outside, he just threw on some sorts and called it good. He wore this all day. I don't even know.
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