At last count, there were at least two Rubbermaid bins stuffed way past capacity with clothes for Jude to grow into. You see, our very fabulous friends, the Bader-Sayes, have passed on to us three boys worth of clothing. It’s really quite awesome. When I notice that Jude’s pants are a little tight or short on him, BAM! All I have to do is check the bin, and voila! Bigger pants!
On Easter, I thought I might dress the boy up for once, so I dug into one of the bins and found nice pair of khaki-colored shorts and a really cute button down shirt. Honestly, I think that’s only the second time Jude’s worn a button down in his life. Anyway. I dressed him up, he looked cute, and we went on with out day.
Monday morning comes, and Jude asks to go to Charmers Cafe. I started pulling clothes out for him to wear, asking him, “Monkey, do you want to wear this (very nice tee-) shirt? No? How about this one?” and suddenly he turns to me and says “New shirt. With buttons.”
I don’t know. Maybe this isn’t a big deal, but for nearly three years I’ve been dressing my boy for comfort, avoiding stuffy button-down shirts and dress pants, embracing the dirtiness of toddlerhood. Now it turns out that he *wants* to be dressing to impress. I guess I’ve been holding him back. Watch out world, we just might have the next Yves Saint Laurent on our hands.
(Luckily, there was another acceptable button down shirt in our bin o’ clothes. He proudly put it on and played in it all day.)
