For some peculiar reason, Ollie did not like the thought of having to wear a green shirt today. In fact, he got upset about it until his dad promised to get out his football shirt for him to wear today. Well, Dad forgot and I found Ollie hiding behind the recliner with face pressed flat on the floor and tear running down his cheeks. Huts had given him a plain green shirt to wear, and when I presented the other options, he continued to cry and wishes he could make this day go away. I still don't know what all of the fuss was about, but Ollie managed to get his act together before we left for work.
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