This is what happened last Friday.
"Mommy, I miss Sissy."
"Mommy, I go in closet, pweeeese?"
"Mommy, I wear Sissy shirt, pweeeeese?"
He didn't take it off the entire day.
It kept getting in his way but he would just hike it up.
"Sissy shirt, Mommy!!"
Every time I give G a pen, he gives me a masterpiece to clean up.