I'd already given in and let my 4 year old "Hulk" wear his purplish blue shorts for the second day in a row. I did insist that at least he put on clean underwear.
Clayton: "Does Bruce Banner wear underwear under his purple pants?"
That done, we move on to:
"Okay, Hulk, put on your shirt."
"Hulk hates that shirt! It has a bomination on it!"
"Okay, how about this shirt"
Hulk proceeds to turn down 4 shirts in a row, throwing them, each in turn, vehemently on the ground. Finally I catch on: Hulk doesn't wear shirts.
"There are four shirts. Hulk had better pick one and put it on, or Hulk can't go to the park."
"...and then Hulk gets a headache," as he's holding his head, hunkering down, and pretending to shrink, "and he turns back into Bruce Banner, and puts his shirt on."
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