Whaaat!

Kelsey jumps into the car at 5:45 am with a sweatshirt on. The sun is already shining and the temp on the car thermometer reads 69 degrees. I casually ask her what she is wearing under her sweatshirt. She hems and haws and bit and tries to get around the question but I know. I know. She's wearing my shirt. "How did you know?" she asks.
I'm PSYCHIC. Like Shawn Spencer I have a gift.
Kelsey, trust me I know the tricks. (see previous post)