Apparently there is a dress code in kindergarten. Not for the kids. For me. I volunteer. YES, everybody, pick yourselves off from the floor. I do volunteer every now and then; I don’t just sit here at the computer, typing away, drinking lattes or appletinis, wasting away my days. I do volunteer.
Well, today is one of the days I will go into the kids’ school to help Tukey’s class during computers. I was very happy to put on a track suit (which may or may not be in style anymore, but it fit today, thanks to WW, and it was warm and cozy, and I felt comfortable in it).
Tukey came in and looked at it and I guess I must have… I MUST have asked him, “Is this OK to wear to school?”
Now I am kicking myself for asking a six-year-old such a stupid question.
“No. I don’t want you to wear that.”
“The shirt doesn’t match.”
“Yes it does! It’s a matching outfit! It totally matches!”
I’m arguing with a six-year-old. He goes into my closet. Yes he does! HE WALKS INTO MY CLOSET. And pulls out a red shirt. “You should wear this.”
Oh. My. Gosh. HE IS GOING TO DRESS ME. “I don’t want to wear that.” Who the freak is the parent here? It is feeling very much like role-reversal freaky Friday here.
“Well, I don’t want you to wear what you are wearing,” he says. “Just wear a plain black shirt. I want you to match me.”
“But you have on a BLUE shirt! And I always wear black. I’m tired of wearing black!” I whine at him.
“Just wear jeans.” He is exasperated at this point.
I put on jeans and a different shirt, and look at him for his approval. “Is THIS outfit OK?”
“Why didn’t you want me to wear the other outfit I had on?”
“I just want you to look cute.”
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And don’t forget to read the previous posts about our most recent blood donors! Just scroll on down to see their cute photos!