This happened when Max took off his shirt, which was on correctly. K told me he was naked, and I expected him to be naked, but just his shirt was missing. He came in running, yelling, "I did it!" High five kid for taking off your shirt, but I told him he had to put it back on. Oh and he did....he got a real high five for putting his shirt on by himself, even though it was inside out.
Then later on in the day when I'm doing laundry I hear Max starting to cry and panicking. I come out to see him like this, and I burst out laughing. He was not laughing, but I had to take a picture. I have my priorities. Pictures first, then I help him get untangled from his shirt. I told him this is something Britney Spears would have worn, but he didn't care. Oh well....he's going to be mad at me one day when he sees this picture. Bwahahaha!!