My Boss's Son

I once dated a boy and now I work for his father. I had the privlege of hearing stories about the boy. To preface the story, when we broke up, he disagreed with me on who's skinny jeans were who's. The story is that when he was in preschool, the little chap decided that he loved his Hawaiian shirt and would not take it off. To his parent's dismay, his Hawaiian shirt was not Hawaiian at all, but rather his older sister's pink shirt with a feminine flowery pattern. In childish persistence he wore his sisters flower shirt to preschool. Needless to say, I got no shock value from the father when I informed him that his son still borrows my clothes.