It started innocently enough. When Holden was about 17 months old, the daycare suggested that pull-up pants (read: sweatpants) are much easier for potty training kids, so I started buying only those.
I still have a preference for good-looking kids clothes. For tops, I like solids, simple patterns, funny screen prints (of robots, dinosaurs, kitschy funny things), and all the trendy snazzy clothes that Julian sports. And each boy still has at least one or two pairs of (contraband) pants with buttons and zippers and some jeans.
But all my “good intentions” fly out the window when they go to preschool. Between water play, mud play, rolling in sand, sloppy eating, and pee accidents, they very seldom come home in the clothes they went to school in.
Whenever they choose their own clothes at school, both Holden and Milo invariably pick flowers, pink, and purple in all combinations.
It’s funny seeing them all decked out in pink if only because I realize that they could easily pass for girls with their pretty little faces. Is that so wrong?
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