Full disclosure: I bought said-lovely-eggplant-colored-polo-shirt for The Boy. In fact, I buy 99.999% of The Boy's clothes because I've noticed over the course of 11 years of marriage that The Boy would wear things that are frayed, or 11 years old, if I didn't infuse his wardrobe with newer items. It's not that he's not appearance-conscious, he just can't be bothered to go to the store. So I go. It's a labor of love. And it means I can buy eggplant-colored shirts.
Anyway.
I told The Boy, as I do nearly every time he wears this shirt, You look so handsome today. That shirt looks so great on you.
His response?
I know.
I'm a good-lookin' guy.
The shirt only looks good because it's on me.
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