My Almost-Two-Year-Old's Various States of Dress and Mind While Shopping at a Local Children's Clothing Consignment Sale
- wearing a sweet sundress with turquoise Mary Janes: happy
- pulling sundress off after spying pretty clothes on racks: screaming
- naked save for diaper and Mary Janes: happily wandering
- no shoes, no clothes, yanking on a hot pink tutu: crying
- wearing hot pink tutu (with tag) and Mary Janes, but no dress: smug
- wearing hot pink tutu (while I remove tag): writhing and shrieking
- topless tutu girl walking out the door: shrieking, "No go that way! NO!"
So, in exchange for a large bag of cheap winter clothes for my oldest child, I have allowed my youngest to break me. Discipline? What discipline?
