When going to Target with mom and younger sister to return something, he wears – in addition to his normal boy attire of jeans and a sweatshirt – a black fedora, a glittery green bowtie, and thin purple gloves that extend halfway down his wrists. And, while waiting in the Target return line, he does a plié and asks mom, "Don't I look great?" With jazz hands.
He didn't look great; he looked fabulous.
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