Red & blue Cars tshirt. Green Master’s belt. Blue & orange bulldozer socks.
He spent ten minutes admiring himself in our full-legnth bathroom mirror doors, telling me & himself & all the green & pink tile that he “looks good!” Until he got so close that he whacked his head.
I understand that problem. Being so good looking that I just get closer & closer so I can admire myself down to my pores & then WHAM! face meets mirror.
(picture from the quarterly shearing of our lamb. i prefer the shaggy curls but dudes, summer is hot down here.)