Just. Get. Out. The. Door.

Not quite sure what's going on at the moment but the 6 year old is turning into quite a picky dresser. Not that he has to be wearing a particular brand or anything, but it has to fit to perfection.

Take his underpants for example. (He'll kill me when he's older). Having raved over the Hulk six pack of briefs I bought in September, he actually hasn't worn any of them. Every moring I put them out, and we get half way through breakfast before he complains that they're "cutting his legs off". He's a skinny kid too; it's not like he has a big bum or chunky thighs. I think it's because he wore cotton boxers throughout the summer and doesn't like clingy underwear now. I even suggested we take a pair of scissors and snip the band round the leg holes, (anything not to have to go out underwear shopping again). He agreed to it but he still maintained his legs couldnt breathe.

Then we have the "one size fits all" winter hats, which are apparently squeezing his head off. They're plain. They don't have embarrassing Thomas the Tank Engine on them or even worse, Mickey Mouse. We gave them away at the end of last season in case anyone ever saw them in our house. No, these hats are light weight stretchy wool things with minimal ornamentation. His big brother sometimes wears them which would normally be quite the prize, but Little Guy's head is apparently bigger than everyone else in the world's. He's now rocking a ski resort type hat with long red and blue fleece dreadlocks. It takes up half the space in his cubbie at school but everyone comments on it. (Yes, definitely bound for the spotlight this one.)

This morning it was the socks. OK, I haven't been through that drawer yet this season and we have spent the last few days trying to shoehorn his foot into toddler Gap socks, but today's pair fit. Unfortunately they had a seam. Not quite sure what was wrong with this particular seam but every time he put his foot in his shoe he shrieked and generally made out like Lawrence bloody Olivier. About to lose it with him, (dragging a tearful child into school somehow doesn't make one look like Mother of the Year) I told him if he wanted to change the socks he had to go to his room on his own and get some. Anything to avoid two flights of stairs when I already had my coat and gloves on.

Hours and hours later, he came back down brandishing a pair I swear I'd never seen before.

"This should do", he said, showing me a nice red and white pair with a snow flake on the ankle. "They're seasonal".

I think he's been watching too much Sponge Bob!

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