Zach walked into the kitchen, where I was making his breakfast, and said “I ready for school, Mommy!”. And he looked like this:
No shirt, khaki shorts and that hair. What the world happened in his bed last night??? It took three swipes with a wet comb to get it down.
And I specifically heard his father negotiating with him that Zach did not have to wear a shirt to eat breakfast but going to school shirtless was not an option. Apparently Zach choose to not hear that last part.