The Outfit Wars

Just about everyday I'll be out and about with the kiddos in tow, and I'll see one of those...you know...mom's. You know the kind...the ones driving the minivans. Their doors magically open and out pop three blond haired children of perfection. Their clothes, color coordinated, their hair coifed sleekly, complete with matching bows and walking hand in hand across the parking lot into the supermarket. I wonder what it would be like to have a little girl who let me dress her. The Girl has been picking out outfits since she was barely two. And she has an opinion about everything. She knows what shoes she wants to wear, and it's a fight most days for me to have any say so. I've tried the, here's three outfits, you chose one....this almost always turns into a full on scrap...she doesn't like my choices. It doesn't matter that its an outfit she loved three days ago...today she does NOT want to wear it. It does NOT match. It is NOT beautiful. So we've come to a quasi-agreement- some days she picks, some days I pick. Yesterday, she picked. Inspired by Eloise she selected an ensemble that got many looks...and it wasn't because people thought I was the soccer mom of the month...Some day her spunkiness is going to make a successful woman...(hopefully a bit better dressed than this:)