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?
