Yesterday, I wrote about age appropriate skills for children.
Today, I write to you about the pain of teaching said, age appropriate skills…I’m going bananas. But unlike any other post, I’m leaving you with a fashion tip…the belt is back baby. More about that a little later…
First, let me give you a little taste of the morning chat here at the Fink home…
I inquired, “Did you make your bed Cal?”
With extreme excitement, “Yes, Momma!”
Reading his smile, I asked, “If I went into your room, would I like it?”
“Well…it kinda looks like a baby’s living under my covers…I’ll be right back.” (God gave me Cal to make me laugh, I’m so sure of it!) And off Cal went to smooth things out. I showered, dressed and went to find no lump, or any traces of a baby sized lump that appeared to be residing under his covers.
“Good work Cal!”
Then, as you well know, I’ve been guiding Cal about clothes…the direction of clothes, pockets, tags, where tags go and the like. Yesterday morning, Cal walked downstairs fully clothed for the day ahead, with a belt in his hand and asked, “Momma, can you put this belt on me?”
Seriously, right before we go grocery shopping?
“Sure babe.” And so I did. I said nothing else. I’m not lying. Okay, I’ll clarify that one. I said nothing else that was audible to the human ear. I said a whole bunch of stuff inside the comforts of my own skull, but that’s where it ended.
What the above picture fails to show is that the Nike stripe on Cal shorts, is beneath his hiney. AKA: backwards.) Any hoozers…
As we were walking into the grocery store, Cal asked, “Momma, do I look like a girl in my belt? I don’t want a boy to see me and think I look like a girl in this belt.”
Jake and my eyes met, and we both sparkled with commentary, commentary that we both kept contained in our craniums.
“No honey, you do not look like girl in that belt, at all. (A little bit of a 1980′s throwback, perhaps, but not a girl.). If you want a boy’s opinion, ask Jake.”
Jake glared at me.
I smiled back.
Jake declared, “No Cal, you don’t look like girl in that belt. You look like Han Solo.”
Cal beamed.
(Photo from Wikipedia…not from Cal’s baby book.)
And, that’s all it took. Take one guess who’s wearing a belt again today? Oh, I am in my gym shorts too, but I opted to leave my belts in my dresser. I dug Yoda more anyway…
What’s a funny story about your child, or a child you know that pertains to clothes?
That is AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I remember my middle child, Andrew, was like Houdini in his clothes and diaper. As we approach his 9th birthday this month, I find it funny to recall that I needed to pack DUCT TAPE in my diaper bag for him. I used it to keep his diaper on, even if he ripped all his clothes off! Mornings were always a surprise, but so were the strange looks I’d get if I had to take that tape out of my diaper bag. It served its purpose, and Andrew remains my most clothes-conscious son. If he had his way, he would change his outfits more often, though now that he helps with laundry, I’m not so sure.
Duct tape….I can’t even stand it Tara!!!! This is an AWESOME Momma story!
Julian use to love to wear my high heels … freaked Tom out! Now he has a shoe fetish. He must have about 30 pairs, still in boxes and never to touch the ground (wouldn’t want them to get dirty and/or creased from walking in them!) Ahhhh the joys of raising children!
So you’re meaning to tell me that Jake and Cal WILL care at some point that their sneaks aren’t the “emergency brakes” for their scooters and care not to have a flap o’ rubber at the front of their sneakers??!?