Every morning: "Shane, you need to change clothes for school."
"Do I have to!?"
The kid would wear the same clothes all week if the fumes didn't choke out everyone around him.
It's a daily routine. Shane normally puts it off to a few minutes before the bus. That gives us some time to correct anything too outrageous, but today our timing was down to the wire.
I looked Shane's wardrobe over as we walked to the end of the driveway.
"That's what you're going to school in?" I asked.
I think Shane was insulted I asked.
"Your call, but those pants need to go away after today," I said.
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