Her Mother is So Very Vexing
Today is the first day of school (yay, first grade!) for Greta, so we did a bit of school shopping last weekend. Since Ingrid shouldn’t be left out of the fun, we selected two outfits for her new fall wardrobe, as well. She picked a green, flowery t-shirt to go with an adorable denim skirt I selected. Good taste, that kid. Then she spied a pair of light-weight terry capris (which, on my height-challenged child, will be very fine cargo sweatpants) in a lovely periwinkle shade. I went to a rack of long-sleeved t-shirts to select the perfect sartorial accompaniment . . . . and the wailing began.
She affixed herself to a nearby clothes rack, began shaking it and yelling at the top of her lungs:
IT’S HOT OUTSIDE! THOSE ARE FOR WINTER! I HATE THOSE!!!!!
Try to explain to a three year old that fall is, figuratively, just around the corner and she will want and need the cute little stripey long-sleeved number I picked out to match the cargo sweatpants. Just try it. It won’t work.