As my nephew was leaving the house after Hannukah at his grandparents ...
Some people can just rock a suit, and Jake is one of them. Beige suit, light blue tie, just looked sharp.
Anyway, as the night went on, he loosened his tie (no clip-ons for him! Clip-on ties are only for police officers or other people who might get into fights where they could be a hindrance -- nobody else has an excuse), and took off his jacket. Six years old, remember.
So, on the way out, he was trying to carry his presents and get out to his Dad's car, and also get his jacket back on. He started sliding it on, and I said, "Hey, Jake -- that's inside-out; you may want to do that over."
He looked at me, did a little half-shrug, and said, "Eh."
Maybe you had to be there, but I came close to losing it. It was ADORABLE. It certainly told me that he figured that the way he had his jacket, such that it wouldn't drag on the ground, was good enough for him, and, if it was good enough for him, it was good enough for me.