Strawberry shirt

This morning Adam was going through his clothes, and pulled out a yellow shirt with a nasty stain down the front of it.

I asked him if he wanted to pitch it.

He said it was one of his favorite shirts, so no way. I asked why he liked since it was so gross.

He said that the stain was from when we had strawberry pie (must be two years ago, since I didn't make it last year...) and that he didn't want to throw the shirt away because it made him happy that he got to eat such yummy things here in America.

Couldn't believe he could remember what he ate two years ago!

We kept it.