When I called everyone to dinner he was still wearing his swimsuit from the afternoon’s romp in the Slip Slide. I told him to go get a T-shirt. He returned with a golf shirt and struggled his way into it.
After he sat at the table we all started laughing–the shirt was on backwards, collar up. Not conducive to eating, for sure.
Big Brother observed that Little Brother has a problem with tags, and asked him, “Where does the tag belong?”
Little Brother (correctly) replied, “On the INSIDE!”