The boys and I are in an unspoken war. I try to make them look nice and they prefer to look like street children. I haven't decided if they just don't CARE whether or not they're dirty and stinky, or if it somehow makes a social statement. Maybe it brings popularity?
Since we'd been cooped up from the storm, we decided to hit Kohls sale while DH went to work. Here's the game plan: one pair of (sale!) jeans for each kid, several shirts, possibly shorts. We start by picking out 3 or 4 (new, non-frayed) t-shirts with sarcastic slogans. 15 minutes later, we're still looking at the same 2 racks and I realize that boys CAN be just as picky as girls.
Finally we find ($15 sale) jeans and I send DS1 & DS2 into the dressing room. Oh, did I mention that this is all in the young MEN'S section?? Yep. (sigh) Out of the corner of my eye, I hear laughing and see FLYING PANTS pants. Again & again. I can't stare into the men's (!) dressing room like some sort of voyeur, so I take DS3 from his "chin up bar" and send him in to figure out what's going on and report like a spy.
A man walks out, shaking his head and I pretend to be the calm woman, out for a solo shopping trip on a quiet Saturday morning. Finally, I have to be HER, the woman yelling threats into the men's dressing room. I still remember my mom doing that to my brothers.
Finally, we venture to the little boys' section for DS3, find NO pants on sale. He pleads with me to buy him yet another pajama set --that he could wear to school!-- and settles on a Lego Star Wars t-shirt instead of the obnoxious "I hate homework" choic. God bless his little self.
By the time we left, I decided it's not worth it. From now on, when you see those boys walking around like street children, you'll know why their mothers don't dress them better. I will even claim them if it means avoiding another shopping trip.
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