I Wouldn’t Be Caught Dead in that Rag!
Wife: That doesn’t look good together.
Me: I know but I couldn’t find anything else.
Wife: What about a dress?
Me: She refused to wear a dress.
Wife: She’s two, Ed. She’ll wear a dress.
I left the room at this point in search of other acceptable clothing for her highness, Miss Zella. I had already been to the attic once this morning. Maura made her way into the room to offer up the green dress, the same green dress she had refused me just moments ago.
**cue the screaming—lots of screaming—a whole lot of screaming—screaming similar to I just ripped your arm off and hit you with the bloody end screaming**
I can’t be sure, but I think I heard the words, “NO!” and “I don’t like that!”
Several times.
The whole exchange took but a few seconds. My wife exited the room with the green dress in hand, half smiling, fully shaking her head in disbelief at Zella’s exertion of her newly realized fashion independence. She looked at me, waiting, knowing it was coming.
Me: You were saying…..
One of my girls is also 2. THANKFULLY we haven’t gotten to this point yet. We have reached the screaming-like-their-arm-is-being-ripped-off thing. I don’t know that there is a specific age that starts. and I’m pretty sure there isn’t an age at which it ends either. At least at this point its not looking that way.
Good luck to you. hahaha
But since she’s a woman I bet she never actually admitted that you were right.
In about 10 years, you are SO in trouble.
I liked this post a lot! We guys are so often right, but only get that satisfaction silently, in our heads. It is nice when you get that knowing smile.
Prepare yourself for the days of wife sulking because you ‘know’ your daughter better….
…women…
Hahahaha! I remember my niece doing this to my sister, and my sister hated the fact that I would take my nieces side in the argument, about clothes and hair. The way I see it, it’s their person so let them express themselves (obiviously there are limits, but hey if you let them own it why not let them wear it). I remember the hideous things my parents dressed me in as a child and spent years dressing as a TomBoy to counter that…
We do this at our house. Only I’m the wife.
The husband comes up with some really interesting stuff to dress the kids in.
Unfortunately, some days we’re lucky to get the boy-child dressed at all. The Spiderman costume has become decidedly better than nothing at all.
I’ve given up trying. I just know better. And it drives me INSANE that the little one wants to wear her blue crocs everyday with outfits that have anything but blue on them. Dressing girls is the hardest thing in the world.
Oh, the will of the young ones! Never underestimate them!
Wait until your Zella grow up. There are many NO NOs to wait for.