I vividly remember my mother getting frustrated with the amount of wardrobe changes I made in a single day when I was a child. I don’t quite remember what I changed in and out of. However, I was known to put on shows so maybe I was just making costume changes? Anyway, I couldn’t understand her frustration at the time.
Well…let’s just say now I know. I bore ‘sweet revenge’ via Gage. What goes around comes around!
The kid changes so often we had to install a lock on his closet door this week for which he quickly discovered how to unfasten. I swear…do all of my children have a hudini-superhuman-trait?
The amount of clean-yet-dirty clothes he produces is astronomical. And his selection of outfits borders on downright odd and unattractive. He likes t-shirts and pajama bottoms. He likes tank-tops and gym shorts. Rarely matching. Never weather appropriate.
There are several items I will be thrilled to see him grow out of: Army Ranger t-shirt (I may just have to frame it), Pacers jersey, and Spiderman pajama bottoms. Somehow he sneaks one of the items on each day.
I love the kid! He is our easiest to please with a heart of gold but he just may kill me with laundry.
By the way, sorry Mom!