I hear horror stories from my friends with girls of Aidan's age. Girls who refused to wear anything that had certain colors or was a skirt or did not resemble a princess. I would laugh, breathe a deep sigh of relief for the wonder of boys. Boys are different. Boys could care less about clothes. And thank goodness, I have three boys.
But then there was Brennan. Over the summer, Brennan started rejecting my carefully planned and laid out clothes for his week. He would place the rejected items back in his dresser drawers and join us at breakfast in a completely different outfit.
It was almost funny. He had a tough time matching at first and often picked many monochromatic outfits. But once he got the hang of it, well, Brennan developed a nice little style. Today, he set off for school in plaid madras shorts and a blue t-shirt, looking as cute and as polished as possible for the pre-K set.
But as Brennan does, then Griffin must also do. A few weeks ago, Griffin also started rejecting my outfit choices and began dressing himself in some very interesting outfits. Griffin lacks Brennan's stylistic sense and often, if not reigned in, looks like a child outfitted in Wal-mart cast offs. He refuses any shirt with a collar, prefers elastic waists, and any shirt displaying a cartoon character is a must. (I had previously banned all cartoon character shirts to bedtime only. I seem to be losing this battle.)
I used to love to dress my boys in their sweet, little man, preppy outfits. Collared shirts, chino pants or cords, little sweater vests. Sigh. But now the inmates are running the asylum and the only child that will allow me to dress him wears a uniform to school. Do they have a What Not to Wear tv show for the preschooler? I see a future for it on Noggin.
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