I’m pretty laid back when it comes to what Evan wants to wear. Blame it on having school uniforms most my school career. Blame it on the “dress code” my parents enforced while I was in high school. Blame it on the fact I looked up to Melissa Joan Hart from Clarissa Explains It All. Blame it on the fact I hung out with drama students my teenage years, including a boy who believed wearing a kilt once in a while was manly. (Ok, that might also be responsible for me enjoying a good looking guy in a kilt, but moving on.) Blame it on the fact I felt perfectly fine walking around a college campus with fairy wings.
I was sure I could handle anything Evan threw at me. You want to be a witch for Halloween? No problem. You want to wear your cape to Target? Let me pull it out. Striped polo shirt paired off with camo shorts with his boots? Fine. You want to wear your doctor scrubs? Okey-dokey. You’re wearing your Mickey ears with one ear missing because you’re a super hero? Sure. Chargers jersey, brown-floral shorts, cowboy hat, and orange crocs? All right.
I was looking forward to a little girl playing soccer in a princess dress, so of course I’m prepared for Evan’s dressing creativity. I love his creativity. I took pictures for a week of his outfits before school started because I was worried what socialization would do to his style. I know when people look at him they know he dressed himself. Picking out his clothes is the only reason Evan gets dressed. The kid would be a nudist if he could. But like his Mommy, he loves color, so he loves to wear his own style of clothing. And I could dig it.
But now he wants to wear his shirt and shorts backwards.
What?! Are you kidding me? No. Absolutely not. No way. Do you want to look certifiable? Do I want to look certifiable? Some lines just have to be drawn. Like no sandals in the winter. Like no jeans in the hot, hot desert summer. Like all clothes have to be facing the correct way.
A year ago I was wrestling to put clothes on him, and now I’m wrestling to put the clothes right on him.
I tried reverse psychology. I let him wear it around the house. I forbade it. I chose clothes for him as a punishment. I’m inches from bribery.
So any other suggestions?