Are You Wearing That?!

“Hey, Bud … Would you consider a different shirt?” I float to the boy in a man’s body standing in front of me. Seriously – he’s grown a couple inches in the last month. How interesting that during the teen years, they grow tall and slim, as I go gray and “soft” (a term Future Hoarder of American uses to describe my belly during a recent hug-fest from the little guy).

“Huh?!” (typical answer)
“Your shirt, kid – change it.”
“Why?”
“Maybe because this is the fourth day you’ve had it on.” Not only worn it, but slept in it.
“It’s clean.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Oh come on, Mom. It’s my favorite shirt.”
“Great. Wash it. Then you can wear it.”
“It’s the only shirt I have.”

(Hmmm… may not be organized, but I seem to see a few shirts!)
“I don’t think so.”
“Maahhhwwwmmm.”
“Well at least change your shorts. I think you’ve worn those all week!”

What is up with kids and clothes?! I have one that changes twice a day (depositing the barely worn items on the floor, of course. They’re falling down on the job for sure.) One that hates everything she owns, “That’s not what everyone else is wearing!”, one that couldn’t care less, and one that still lets me …

and his sisters (!) dress him.
I know I’m not the only one driven crazy by clothes.

Just the other day I saw a kid walking to school wearing loudmouth sport shorts (the new rage) with whacky argyle patterned knee socks. Did I mention the kid was a boy?! He looked just like the clowns Sister Save-A-Lot and I saw at Children’s Hospital the other day. But what’s a mom to do against the new “style”.

those are pictures of monkeys…

we’ve seen Tabasco bottles, playing cards, and so much more.

I remember just a few years ago when Under Armour was the bomb. (Yeah, we’re hooked to American Idol and our dawg Randy Jackson). Under Amour and no-show socks. Now the socks are super-show and apparently clothes are begging a lot more than a discreet logo. It’s so hard to keep up with it all. Nike shorts … no, denim shorts. Toms … no, reefs. – because that was so “yesterday!” shuh.

I vote for uniforms.