We're getting ready for school tomorrow. We've met the teachers and mingled with friends. The new shoes and backpacks are by the door. All the forms have been turned in, all the supplies purchased. The tissues are prepared for the crying mother.

As we picked out our clothes for tomorrow (we wear uniforms), I asked which color shirt each would like to wear. Colin made his choice and Spencer said, "Well, I'd like to wear the same as you, Colin...or did you want to be rare?"

Colin wants to be rare.