When I got home yesterday, I thought Alex must have dressed himself – orange long sleeve shirt under a red t-shirt, jeans, and crocs. I made a comment and by Wade’s reaction I realized Alex had had some help picking out clothes. (Or at least Wade hadn’t seen anything wrong with it.) We kind of let the subject drop until Wade saw Alex’s new shirt today. Then he wanted to know how that shirt (and its crazy color combos) was any better than Sunday’s shirts. I couldn’t explain it, but I felt there was a definite difference.