The little twins are growing up. Now that they’ve started kindergarten they’ve gained a little independence. Namely, choosing their own clothes. After a week of fighting with Jackson to put on the clothes I chose for him – which were the same clothes I chose for Reese – I gave in. He gets to pick what he wants to wear. I have veto power because he has been known to dress like a homeless person.
This morning I told him to go pick out his clothes. He came out in a gray long-sleeved shirt and fleece gray pants. Obviously, it is a fashion faux pas to wear a gray shirt and gray pants. I told him to go change into jeans. Three minutes later he returned in gray and black athletic pants. I said, “No, Jackson change into jeans.”
I know the game here. The boys prefer pants with an elastic waist, because buttons and zippers are hard for their little fingers. But they have to learn. Also, they can’t look grubby all the time.
Jackson stomped back into his room and returned a few minutes later wearing blue and white athletic pants.
Frick on a stick. I said, “Jackson! I’m serious! Go change into jeans. The only pants that go with that shirt are jeans. Put on jeans right now or we are going to be late!!”
Jackson started fake crying. Loud, very loud. I assumed he would stop, but after a few minutes of crying I went in to find him standing in his closet, without pants, yanking shirts off the hangers.
I took a deep breath and said as calmly as possible, (which was not at all calm) “JACKSON! What are you doing? If you keep fighting with me, you will not get to choose your own clothes anymore! Put on a pair of jeans. NOW!”
“No Jackson. No arguments, put on jeans right now.”
“BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT JEANS ARE!”