Not the Shirt Off My Back but Close...

So my sixth grader stressed about her school musical. She needed a pink shirt. She happens to own several, but needed a plain one. We got her the shirt. Her stress was such that she forgot about the rest of the costume. She needed a pair of jeans. She was wearing shorts. I'd brought them to the school early, grabbing prime seats for Anna, Regina and me, near the principal and his wife.