Weston stayed home sick today, and even in that state, he has strong opinions.
After finally getting a shower this afternoon and slipping into my own comfy clothes, I went to check on him. He kept making a disgusting face and telling me to "move." I instructed him to go upstairs; in return, he pushed me away from the stairs and said, 'stay here." He ran up the stairs and into the laundry room, somewhat frantic. He said different shirt. I thought he needed a new shirt for some reason. He again made a face that clearly indicated "repulsion" and pointed at my plain gray shirt with tiny navy lettering and said, "different shirt."
So now I'm sporting a blue tie dye shirt with bright gold lettering...something I would consider a bit more distracting, but Weston approves and is letting me be in the same room without making him gag.
Speaking of fashion, especially shirts, Weston has a new fascination (or preference) for RED shirts. I have no idea where this came from, but needless to say not a big deal, except when you've already depleted the red shirt supply in the closet!
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