When I directed D2 to pick a shirt this morning, I didn't know what a complicated process it would be. First he pulled out four shirts. He examined the sleeves, and returned the long-sleeved white turtleneck to the drawer. He neatly folded the remaining tee shirts and stacked them up. An abbreviated "Eenie Meenie Mynie Mo" seemed to indicate the teal shirt, but, picking them up, he said, "I think they will all win." He tossed them on his brother's bed, cried "they all won!" and joined them for some celebratory bouncing. Then he spread them out carefully on another part of the floor, and did "Mynie Mo" a couple more times, yielding teal, then white. He piled them all on his head and bounced some more. Then he piled them on my head, and said they looked like a towel. Finally he picked the teal shirt, because he liked it. I knew he would! Apparently the trousers and socks weren't required to go through such an extensive screening process. Perhaps I should try his methods when I can't decide what to wear. Or should I just let him choose for me?