Every Day

Every day, Eason puts his shirt on backwards.

Every day, I say "Eason, your shirt is on backwards."

Every day, he says, 'No it isn't,' with a mischievous grin on his face.

Every day, he then looks down and pulls out the neck, spying the tag.

Every day, I say, "Please turn it around."

And about 60% of the time, he does it.

I'm beginning to consider hushing.