Do you ever hear this phrase: “Ok. Fine.” in response to, oh, I don’t know – any question posed to a child of yours?
It is Friday. We have a shortage of “dress up clothes” and desperately need them for a funeral tomorrow.
- The eye rolling.
- The teeth gnashing.
- The impatiently taking the pants and then dragging their feet to the dressing room.
- Then, they come out and tell you that these two pairs fit.
Wow, that is amazing…until further inspection reveals that they are literally different sizes.
“I’ll wear them with a belt.”
It is masterful.
The balance of wanting to do what is right and wanting to give them what they want…which is to leave the store before you even arrive there.
It is teen angst. Coupled with parental frustration. Complicated by growing faster than they have since they were an infant. Nothing fits perfectly for more than a couple of months.
I am pretty much at the point of saying: “You can wear whatever you want, if it is a school day (ok, pretty much anything…) but every once in a while, you are going to have to put your butt into fancy pants.”
To which they laugh and then say, “Ok. Fine.” Whew. That was a close one. Home we go. TGIF everyone.
~ Dawn aka Hat Girl