Be thankful that three out of the four have shirts on. You'd think we lived in Arizona or something, because I CANNOT keep shirts on these kids. The kids act as if I'm making them wear shirts made out of rough, burlap sacks or something, because all I hear are groans and complaints whenever I say "there's no arguing - you HAVE to wear a shirt to the park, store, church, etc.". Josh laughed and thought he'd get me, though, by putting on his basketball jersey, which is as skimpy a shirt as he owns.