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Last Christmas, Z gave the family coordinated green T-shirts of different sizes. There was one for me and one each for the three kids. She knows how much I love seeing the children in coordinated T-shirts. It somehow gives me the feeling of togetherness and oneness.

Anyway, I told her that I didn't think I could get them to wear their shirts all at the same time because I had promised GI that once he was taller than me, I would not force him to wear matching shirts anymore. But I gladly accepted the gift and distributed the shirts accordingly.

Last Sunday (28 June 2009) RD wore his green t-shirt to church. I didn't think anything of it since GI was in a purple shirt while MyGirl was in a white shirt. However, towards the middle of the day, GI decided to change his shirt and donned HIS green shirt. So GI and RD were in matching shirts.

When I saw the two of them, I quickly ran off to find MyGirl and a camera, of course.

"MyGirl, quick, look for your green t-shirt. I HAVE to take a picture of the three of you. This may never happen again."