Shirt Tales

Ian ruined his first shirt this morning when he smeared poop on it while removing a poopy diaper.

Ian ruined his second shirt this morning when he snuck into the refrigerator and spilled about a quart of orange juice on it and the floor.

Ian ruined his third shirt this morning when he used a marker to color on it* instead of paper.

His fourth shirt lasted till the end of the day.

Why can't he be more like Tory? All he did was get a bloody nose. Three times today.

*And himself. And the walls. And Tory.