The first time I tried putting her in it, she wasn’t very happy about it. More than simply unhappy, she acted like she was downright afraid of the shirt. It was kind of strange.
She’s since more than warmed up to it. She absolutely loves it and requests to wear it often.
She calls it her “Daddy Shirt.” I think you'll see why.
It might help to know that most of Andrew’s other shirts are also button-up, collared, and some variation of plaid.
And here’s a picture of me fresh out of the shower before I’d even brushed my hair in case you were wondering what I looked like yesterday. Thanks, Andrew, for taking that picture.