Used to.
I had a moment of weakness at the ShopKo. Despite my most serious attempts to distract, we somehow left the store with this pair of McQueen joggers.
Compromise: he didn't want to wear this pink shirt. He would much rather wear his basketball shirt every single day. With no product in his hair and no assistance in reversing his backwards, inside out underwear. It's only going to get worse, isn't it?
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