Ashley: Daddy, let me pick your shirts out.
Dave: What for?
Ashley: You always wear those boring grey, blue and brown shirts.
Dave: That’s because I’m not a seven, almost eight, little girl – I’m a boring old man. Besides, I like grey.
Ashley: No, you need something brighter. [She goes in my room and comes back with my most gawdiest shirt.] Like this one!
Long story short, guess what shirt I’m wearing?