Toddler Fashions
It's getting warmer and thus people are losing the layers. As usual, the warmer weather brings out some "interesting" outfits. In the grocery store Monday, though, I was appalled. There was this little girl who was dressed in an outlandish outfit. There she was with a winter cap and scarf, pink and purple tank top, yellow shorts and patent leather tap shoes with no socks. What kind of a woman would let her child go out dressed like that?
Then I had a flashback. There was a time when The Little One had a "favorite outfit." She was about two and a half. Every single solitary day she insisted on wearing the same thing. She thought she looked like a Princess. The get up consisted of a Pull-Up, 4 strands of cheap Mardi-Gras beads, a tiara, a "Barbie Magic Wand," and dark blue rubber rain boots. I swear. We have pictures.
There was also the winter she turned three. Her outfit of choice at that time was a Mickey Mouse sundress. She had, of course, grown out of it the prior summer. No matter where I hid it, she found it and put it on. The one time I attempted to throw it away, she instinctively knew and dug it out of the bottom of the trash. By the time of the first snowfall I had finally given up. I let her wear the stupid thing as an undershirt as long as she wore something warm over top of it.
I had been quick to judge this poor woman in the grocery store today. Who was I to think badly of her? As we passed in the aisle, I gave her a knowing smile and a nod. She wearily smiled back. We are sisters.
Then I had a flashback. There was a time when The Little One had a "favorite outfit." She was about two and a half. Every single solitary day she insisted on wearing the same thing. She thought she looked like a Princess. The get up consisted of a Pull-Up, 4 strands of cheap Mardi-Gras beads, a tiara, a "Barbie Magic Wand," and dark blue rubber rain boots. I swear. We have pictures.
There was also the winter she turned three. Her outfit of choice at that time was a Mickey Mouse sundress. She had, of course, grown out of it the prior summer. No matter where I hid it, she found it and put it on. The one time I attempted to throw it away, she instinctively knew and dug it out of the bottom of the trash. By the time of the first snowfall I had finally given up. I let her wear the stupid thing as an undershirt as long as she wore something warm over top of it.
I had been quick to judge this poor woman in the grocery store today. Who was I to think badly of her? As we passed in the aisle, I gave her a knowing smile and a nod. She wearily smiled back. We are sisters.
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