One day last week she shot down everything I offered her to wear. After much debating and lots of "NO!" coming at me, I finally had had enough and found myself tossing a bunch of clothes in her direction and stating (possibly in a not-so-nice tone and at a loud volume) "Fine - you find something to wear. I am going to Wal-Mart and I hope you have clothes on so you can come with me."
Not my best parenting moment ever.
Somehow I never imagined those words coming out of my mouth.
And if they did, it would be when she was 13.
Not 3.
And I am not sure exactly how I thought that threat was going to work.
It's not like I could leave her at home.
Though I was smart enough not to threaten to take her in her underwear if she didn't get dressed, since we all know that is her preferred attire and would gladly take me up on it.
But anyway - her latest obsession has been a giraffe t-shirt that my brother and sister-in-law brought her from Africa.
(Of course, it has to be the one clothing item in her closet that there is no possible way I could get multiples of - because if I could, I would go buy 20 of them right now.)
And by obsession, I mean that she wants to wear it every day.
Every day.
For example, the first words out of her mouth this morning weren't "Good morning" or "Can I wake up yet?" but rather "I want my giraffe shirt."
Sometimes it's not available when she wants it, due to the fact that she is an extremely messy eater and it requires frequent washing.
When that happens, she goes on a stakeout.















