April 13, 2004 - Tuesday
For the last several mornings Jeremy has been asking to wear red shirts. At first it was a long-sleeve, bright red polo-style shirt "with letters on it," referring to the Oshkosk Bigosh label on the left breast. Then, he wore a darker red one with gray and blue stripes two days in a row. And there are a couple others that seemed to be red enough. I hadn't really thought too much of it before today. Why get in any sort of fight about which shirt he wears? He'll usually accept it when I say that something is in the wash.

But, today I put on his Firedog shirt, one of his clear favorites, because there were no red shirts. He objected a bit, but soon gave in to the fact that there were no red ones to be worn. Then, right as we were getting ready to leave for school/Mary's, Jeremy got all upset about the Firedog shirt he'd been wearing for the last 45 minutes, saying he "not wear this one today."

It has been a little warmer the last few days and the Firedog shirt is essentially a sweatshirt, so I took it off him and found him something a little lighter that happen to have a little red on it. That seemed to do. When I got to Mary's I mentioned this strange obsession with red shirts, that he had refused his favorite Firedog shirt, and that he had started saying that "lellow not mine fave'rit, red mine fave'rit." After a moment Mary realized that one day last week she and Jeremy had both been wearing red shirts and that he seemed to think that was pretty special. That Mary hadn't seemed to hold up her end of the fascination and not worn red shirts everyday since didn't seem to matter.


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