I wish I were the kind of parent who didn’t care what my children wore in public. But. . . I do. I have never been, and sadly, will probably never be the kind of mother who dresses my children fabulously (Ralphie’s children? Always look like a million dollars. Mine look more like ten dollar bills, clothing-wise), but I try to keep them looking decently well-dressed.
Things have definitely taken a turn for the worse since currently Ella is all about picking out her own clothing. She will not be convinced to wear something else, no matter how many other things I suggest.
A couple of weeks ago, she came out of her bedroom wearing such a HIDEOUSLY ugly outfit that I laughed until I cried. And since then, she’s been saying, “Remember when you laughed at dat supa ugly outfit?” It’s almost as if she’s proud of how horrible her clothing choices are.
Yesterday’s was truly atrocious. It physically pained me to take her into storytime looking like this.
Ani probably gets the better end of this deal because it makes me much more contentious about dressing her so that it’s obvious I DO know how to dress a child at least in semi-matching clothing.
And have you noticed that the day you dress your child really nicely, they immediately spill or spit up on themselves? But let a child dress themselves, and that outfit will stay pristine (and hideous) all day long. I should go into the business of writing fortunes for cookies, or something.
At least I still get to dress myself.