This morning Tristyn did NOT want to get dressed.
She was not in the mood for clothes I guess.
Everything I picked out she threw on the floor.
I finally asked her what shirt she wanted to wear
And she picked out her kitty cat tank top.
I picked out some jean shorts to go with it
And she wanted nothing to do with them.
I told her that she HAD to wear pants to school.
After finally getting those on, we had the shoe debate.
She pointed and wanted her white shoes.
I thought she wanted her white sandles...no problem there.
Ohhh no.
She wanted her "pretty shoes."
The white, wedding like, high heeled play shoes.
No socks.
*sigh*
She wore them all the way to Miss Cheryl's house.
I told her she couldn't wear them in and she cried.
She wouldn't let me put her gym shoes on.
Ahhh...two year olds.
She's beginning to have a mind of her own.
1 comment:
Don't I remember those days well. My mother never forgot the time I drove to the doctor's office for my two year olds checkup with him stark naked jumping up and down in the chair seat, mad as a hornet. (hey what was I supposed to do) He did allow us to put his clothes on when we got to the parking lot. But the looks on drivers faces...lol. Wonder I didn't get arrested.
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