Irony

This morning Peter woke up on the wrong side of the bed. He's just been irritable and unable to tell me what's really wrong. He's spent a good amount of time crying, whining and pouting. A little while ago we went to get dressed and out of all the options in his drawer, he chose this shirt:

Even Esther found the irony in this. She saw what he was wearing and said, "He picked his Mr. Happy shirt and he's not even happy!"

Fortunately this shirt usually fits his personality to a tee. I guess he's just having a bad day!