Today, you chose your own outfit for the first time. I was looking dispiritedly at your closet, thinking about how completely at a loss I was as to what you were to wear. (I am so tired of our winter clothes, I could just aurghhhhh.) I absently pulled the first long sleeved shirt I could see out of the drawer, and you said "NO!" and swatted it away. "Okay," I said. "You figure it out. What do you want to wear?" And to my complete surprise, you walked over to your dresser and pulled out your brown cords. "Okay, we can wear those. Good idea" I said, with a bit of dawning hope. "Now what else.. we need a shirt. Do you want to pick out a shirt?" And I lifted you up to that drawer, had you stand on the lower drawers so you could peer over to view the jumbled selection (are there parents who neatly fold their child's clothes???? I can't imagine, at the rate we plow through them.)
And you proceeded to excitedly pull out six shirts. I put them on the bed. "Okay. you chose a lot of shirts. Can you pick out just two that you really want to wear?"
And you did. Honestly, you came up with a better outfit than I was going to concoct. Strangely matching, even.
And then you demanded pickles for breakfast.
-Mom
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