I know what you're thinking. That hoodie I'm wearing is pink. Yes, I know what color it is. Mommy wanted to see what size clothes I would need so she showed me this. I sniffed it, and immediately stuck my nose up at it. Pink? Not my color. But mommy insisted I try it on so she could buy me some more boy clothes.
Of course I fought a little. No boy wants a pink hoodie. Finally, she managed to get the jacket on me. I didn't want to admit it, but the hoodie was very comfy. Mommy must have some sort of sixth sense, because she knew I liked it and told me I could keep it.
I guess now I own a pink hoodie. Should I be glad or sad? I'm leaning towards glad.
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