This 7 1/2 year old boy is quickly becoming a dude I just sit back and marvel at. He is really carving his own in fashion and hair styles -- have you seen his mow-hawk?!
All of the children were getting ready for school last Tuesday when I discovered NONE of Trendon's clothes fit. I swear, the weeks before Christmas he had a dresser full of clothes that fit. Blame it on a growth spurt, right. We searched high and low in his closet for a shirt with sleeves that at least reached his wrist to no avail.
Lightbulb moment!! About 2 years ago I bought a lot of clothes off of ebay that I had packed away for him! I ventured down into the basement closet to find the box of clothes that I just knew would make him the happiest boy on the planet! Inside this box were a couple pairs of pants, a trench coat, and a sweater. Not an entire wardrobe, but enough to get us through the week until I could get out to shop for him.
I thought I should receive a "step-momma of the year award" for this great discovery. Cute, cute clothes. Perfect size. No more sleeves that are 2 inches too short, no more belly showing when he lifts his arms.
Boy, was I wrong.
Here is a photo of the sweater in question:
Cute, right? I LOVED it and never thought twice that Trendon would feel disgust just by looking at it! He was so appalled that he started crying immediately!?! Then I left the room, assuming he would get dressed. I came back to find him standing in the middle of his room, no shirt on, and no sweater in hand. He had quickly thrown it up into the top of his closet hoping I'd forget about it!!!! I asked him where the sweater was and he threw the "I don't know look." This, at our house, is comparable to lying. So unfortunately, it's now a he-can't-win-at-this-game scenario.
We called Daddy for reinforcement. Daddy says, absolutely he has to wear the sweater now that there has been deceit.
Trendon is enraged but promises to get dressed.
He emerges from his room looking like the dough-boy 15 minutes later!! He put a think polo under AND over top of the sweater!!!
"It's on!" he smirks.
Ok, Ok I get it. He hates the sweater. I send him to school ticked off and mad at me. Didn't feel like a huge win for the step-momma at that point.:(
That afternoon, all if forgiven and forgotten when I tell Trendon I'll give the sweater away to another boy who will enjoy it.
Imagine my surprise this morning when he emerges from his room in this:
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?!?!?!
Someone explain this to me. This sweater is SUPER cool but the dog sweater is horrendous?
Ah, the joys of mothering a boy. I need some super sonic powers to figure out this kid's sense of fashion....or perhaps a trip to the mall together will suffice. :)
