...that's how long it took for mini#1 to disagree with my clothing selection for him!
I knew it was too good to be true. Other friends, bloggers, neighbors started this clothing battle at age 4 or 5. I've been fortunate. I realize this.
However, imagine my surprise when mini#1 came downstairs this morning, not in the light blue Polo t-shirt and khaki Gap shorts I had laid out for him, but a white faded NC State t-shirt (red/black colors) and royal blue basketball shorts! Topped off with these brown slip-on vans. I felt a little faint. I felt a little smack in the face because, at 8 years old, I still lay out his clothes and he can't match colors! If this wasn't enough to take I then had to go to battle with him assuring him he WAS NOT wearing that outfit to school. We volleyed back and forth:
Mini#1: None of my friends wear these clothes!
Me: ____ does!
Mini#1: He told ____ that his mom makes him wear those. (uh, oh. they're discussing this at school.)
Me: And what's the problem with that?
Mini#1: They look like church clothes.
Me: It's a T-SHIRT! (not even a usual collared Polo today)
Mini#1: I want to pick out my own clothes. (The 8 words I never wanted to hear!)
Me: We will start picking your clothes out together, but they need to match and look respectable, not like you're going to roll around in mud puddles. Now, today, go put those other clothes on!!!
Mini#1: I don't want to wear that shirt!
Me: (losing ground quickly)- then just put on one of your "Life is Good" shirts with the khaki shorts and get down here to eat!
He agreed and I went back to making this school year's #204 peanut butter and jelly sandwich! A bit flustered and a bit perplexed!
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