Kate's taken to wearing about 1/3 of her wardrobe. The rest is not just unworn, it's unwearable, according to my relatively picky daughter. Today I took out two of her cute, knit dresses to wear (with bike shorts, natch) and told her to go in her room and choose. Oh, the drama! The horror! Choosing between just two dresses! Neither is purple! How will she ever decide???
So, she was in there crying and screaming for a bit, and then I heard, "Mommy, I've chosen the dress I want to wear."
"Great," I replied, "You don't need my help. Just put it on."
"But it's still hanging in the closet!!" she cried.
Mom trial #1: Do you give in, or stand your ground? If you have a child like Kate, I recommend standing. Firmly.
"Well, you need to choose one of the two that are hanging on your door, then you can get dressed," I said.
Oh, drama. Crying. Screaming. Angst.
Sam and I continue having breakfast. Then I hear: "Mom, I can wear any of the dresses that are laid out in my room, right?"
"Sure," I said. At this point I remembered her Sunday dress was still hanging on a chair as I contemplate whether to hand wash or not. I told Sam, "I know what she's thinking. She's so smart. Watch this."
Sure enough, she comes out with the Sunday dress in hand and said, "Can I wear this dress, Mommy?"
Mom trial #2: Very cute. And technically she is doing what I said. But wearing the Sunday dress is out of the question for a day of playing outside at Jo's.
"No, not that one. It needs to be washed," I said.
OH! Drama! Crying! Yelling! But, boy is she clever to figure that one out. Wow.
I head into her bedroom and help her select a dress. We have a little more drama, but end up in one of the two choices we started with. Score one for mom.
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