Because of the broken collarbone, Thing One can't get shirts without buttons over his head, which knocks out his usual wardrobe of athletic performance t-shirts. To keep the kid in clothing for the next month or so, we went out Sunday and bought him a bunch of soft flannel button-down shirts. Which don't go at all with his usual soccer sweatpants, so we also picked him up a few pairs of comfortable khaki pants, since he has categorically refused to wear jeans since second grade or so. Instead of his usual rumpled-jock-who-just-got-out-of-bed look, he is now rocking this total-prep look. Purely by circumstance, of course, but apparently the girls approve.
Yesterday, one of the "cool" girls told him that she's sorry he's hurt, but that his injury has done wonders for his fashion sense! I laughed out loud when he passed that along to me.