In my bedroom, I pull off my shirt and put on a different one.
Fleegle sits on the bed watching. “Why that shirt? What was wrong with the first one?”
“I don’t feel like wearing it.”
“But you feel like wearing that one, and those pants?”
“What’s wrong with these pants?”
He snorts. “Nothing.”
Now he’s got me second guessing my pants.
“I’m sure they’re fine,” he says. “I’m just trying to understand what it means to wear clothes based on how you feel. If something good happens that makes you feel really happy, do you have to go home and change your clothes?”
“You could if you wanted. What do you do when you’re happy?”
“I’m always happy, that’s why I only need one suit of fur.”