With a grumble, I hang up both shirts and pull out a royal blue one. “Eh?” “Better. You’ll just look like a blueberry, which is much superior. What about that gray shirt?” he suggests while pointing to it. “Not dressy enough.” Dad’s eyebrows tell me he doesn’t believe me, but I ignore him and put the blue shirt on. “Now which pants?” “What’s wrong with the pants you have on?” “They’re too dressy.” “You are the strangest thing I’ve ever made in my life, and I’ve made some weird shit. One time in high school, I tried rolling a joint with a condom wrapper. And you’re still weirder than that
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