"Myself was telling me......

......that wasn't a good shirt to wear." This morning I picked out a cute collared shirt for Jack to wear to school with his school jeans. He put the shirt on and looked so cute. I left for work and when I arrived home today the shirt was on the floor in a ball and he was wearing a different shirt. I asked him if he wore the other shirt to school and he said "No, myself was telling me that wasn't a good shirt to wear." I don't know if I should be worried that he is hearing voices, or proud that he came up with such a creative way to get out of wearing a collared shirt?!