From time to time, I let Jason pick out Chloe's outfit for the day. And not because I'm busy, or I need the help, but because I get a kick out of what he puts her in. He goes into her closet and looks like a lost little puppy. No idea what goes with what, what is seasonably appropriate...you get the idea.
So earlier this morning...
Me: Will you get Chloe dressed?
Jason: What do you want me to put her in?
Me: Oh you know, just whatever.
Chloe was not pleased with my response.
He heads into the dreaded closet and starts rummaging through her summer dresses that are far too small and seasonably inappropriate. And yes, I need to box those babies up, but emotionally I'm having problems doing it. And yes, I realize that she is growing up and I must move on from the teeny tiny clothing. But I can't right now. And yes, I realize that I have problems, thank you very much.
Pink sweater. Great decision. Perfect decision! Better than what I would've chosen. That will be perfect for today.
Jason: But it is gameday.
Chloe: Gameday, schmameday.
Jason is very pleased with his decision. Chloe is still a little unsure.
Pretty nice outfit if you ask me. Chloe will just have to deal.
I am totally entertained on this Saturday morning.