This morning Ryan came running down to the family room "buck n*cked" with socks in his hand shouting, "Mom! I need my long sleeve Cars shirt, Cars underwear and white pants (what he calls khaki pants no matter how many times I correct him) or jeans! I have socks." Of course since I am sitting on the computer trying to finish Lily's birthday post (I know, I know) that I've been trying to do since her birthday I tell him to pick something out of his drawer. With a very disheartened look on his face he sighs, "But then Ryan won't think it's cool." [He is referring to one of his best buddies who we are going to see tonight. It gets quite confusing when our families hang out, but they love each other and I love his mom.] The look on his face forced the loving mom that would do anything for her beloved children that resides deep with in me to come out. After a joint trip upstairs to search 2 baskets of clean clothes he is wearing his desired outfit and everyone is happy. I even put one of the baskets of clothes away!
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Oh, no! He got his sense of color from his Grandpa! Khaki can be anything from green to brown to gray; gray and khaki match; and blue is blue no matter the shade...it's scary.
and look how happy he looks in his chosen outfit! So sweet....
I was hoping to find his jeans, but as we were looking he spotted those khakis and latched on. It's not bad enough for me to need to make a big deal out of it though.
Like I said--Grandpa thinks khaki and gray match--seriously.
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