He came rushing inside and grabbed his (brand new) jacket. "Why are you putting on your jacket?" I asked. "It's 80 degrees."
"I am going to ride down the hill on my stomach," he explained. "I need protection. I need leathers."
"Why don't you go find that leather cowboy jacket in the dress up box? It will work better and your new jacket will not get ruined."
His eyes lit up and he disappeared into the basement. He reappeared attired as you see above.
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