My daughter’s independence has gotten out of conTROL. Fo’ real – yo. Yesterday she put on a pair of overalls (All by herSELF!) and had them on backwards. When I pointed this out to her while indicating I could help her put them on the right way – she freaked out. “I want them backwards!” Of course, a few minutes later she realized it just felt weird with them on the wrong way and finally gave in to her ego. “Mom? Can you help me turn these around?”
This morning, we were going to Target for groceries. She wanted to dress herself, which she did. Now, her outfit was dreadful. I have just learned to accept that as a fact of life. She won’t let me pick her clothes out for her, so the dreadful outfits are something I’ve learned to accept. But this morning, I pointed out that her shirt was on backwards.
“I know. I wear it backwards all the time.”
Then I realized her sweater was on inside-out.
“I KNOW. I like it that way.”
Okay, then. Nevermind. Let’s just take this trip out in public with you looking like a blind drunk person dressed you. Why not?
Where I finally drew the line was when I realized she was spending an extraordinary amount of time complaining about wedgies. When we got home I check out the situation and realized that her leg was through the WAIST hole. As in – the part around her waist? Was a leg hole. No wonder she had a perma-wedgie! I wouldn’t even be able to get my underwear on like that, and if I did manage it somehow? I’d have to cut it off. When I said, “NikkiZ! Your underwear is all messed up!” she didn’t even hesitate to let me help. Not even her extreme level of stubbornness can stand up to underwear induced discomfort. She ain’t no fool.