My middle son walked into my room after dressing for church; he was wearing the same dress shirt he's worn the last three Sundays.
"Hey, Max, why don't you wear something different?" I suggested.
"Why?" he asked. "This one is my favorite, and it's clean."
"Well," I explained, "you have several handsome shirts, but people are going to think that's the only one you own."
He looked at me squarely and did not miss a beat. "Mom, what people think doesn't matter nearly as much as what I know to be true."
My first thought: Well, I'll be darned. The boy has been listening after all.
My second thought: Well, I'll be darned. I just got a smack-down from a ten year old.