First shirt of the day: Soft, cute, matches pants. Also apparently is covered in questionable stains not noticed previously. Removed and thrown in laundry.

Second shirt: New! Has a cactus on it. Very cool. Saturated pretty much immediately with milk. Removed and thrown in laundry.

Third shirt: Refused. Vehemently. Thrown onto floor.

Fourth shirt: Chosen by Bug. Is a pajama shirt. Battle ensues. Mommy wins.

Fifth shirt: Running out of options, but both parties settle on a kicky blue and green striped number. That Bug insists be paired with bright red socks. At this point, any alternative to naked is accepted.

And so we have a shirt. Next, on to pants…