I was a picky child. I refused to eat many things when I was little, among them such common place items as ketchup. My mom hated taking me shopping for school clothes because I could never find anything I really liked. When I finally approved of an outfit, she would simply buy it in all its available colors and call the trip good. In particular, I remember that in fourth grade, I had turtlenecks and matching pants in blue, purple and green. In fifth grade, I had leggings and tunic sweater sets in mint green, blue, and a black one with little scotty dogs on it. I guess some things don’t change, though. Today as I was folding my laundry, I realized that I still stockpile clothes. When I find a shirt I like, I tend to go back the next day or following week and pick up one in almost every color. But when they are $4 each, like the shirts on the left, or $6 a piece, like the shirts on the right, you really can’t go wrong. And luckily, I’m much less picky about food these days. Just don’t offer me any mushrooms.