“Phil—you have been wearing that shirt for three weeks now, ever since your birthday when your brother gave it to you as a gift. Take it off!!! I’ll wash it.”
Moaning sounds rumbled from deep within him as he stood in the doorway glaring at me like I had asked him to relinquish his shirt forever…. “Nooooo!”
“Phil—if you take it off now I’ll wash it and you’ll have it fresh and clean to wear tomorrow.”
More moaning and then a smile crept across his face as he turned to go to his bedroom “Okay, but don’t shrink it.”
Sound advice to someone who must have done it to one of his shirts sometime in the past.