Fashion Sense Went Missing (and Was Replaced by a Tiny Human)
Have you ever looked in the mirror and thought, “Who is this stylish, put-together individual staring back at me?” Yeah, me neither. Especially not after my three-year-old son, Liam, discovered the magical land of my closet. It all started innocently enough. Liam, being the curious little fashion enthusiast he is, pointed at my shirt and declared, “Mommy wear THIS!”
Now, I’m all for fostering independence, but his chosen outfit (a sparkly pink tutu and a striped sock on his head) gave me pause. Then came the mischievous glint in his eye, and an idea sparked in my sleep-deprived brain. “Liam,” I said, “how about you pick out ALL my clothes for the entire week?” His face lit up like a Christmas tree. My internal monologue? Let’s just say it sounded a lot like a scream muffled by a mountain of laundry.
Day 1: The Great Mismatched Sock Debacle
Liam approached his new stylist role with the seriousness of a heart surgeon. He meticulously picked out my outfit: a floral summer dress, my husband’s checkered pajama pants (worn over the dress, naturally), and the pièce de résistance – one pink fuzzy sock and one blue striped sock.
