Brady had picked out different shorts to where, but they were dirty. When it was time to get him ready to go to Pre-school, I asked him to go change his shorts. He came down wearing his swimming trunks. I wanted him to change, but I realized it really didn't matter as long as he was happy. Some battles are better left alone. Grandma Gibson was the one to drive him to Pre-school today, and she said to let him wear what he wants. We all had a good laugh about it.
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