My quizzical, trying-not-to-laugh look prompted an insistent “But Mom. They do match. See? This one’s pink and this one has a pink bow!”
Impatient baby in one arm, a clock screaming “you’re late – again” and yes. It was.
I don’t even remember where we went that afternoon, but I do remember thinking that someday my three-year-old walking fashion statement would be more aware of what others think. More aware of what is and is not appropriate public attire. More aware of what truly matches.
And that kind of makes me sad.
So for now, I’m going to enjoy her unique perspective and just (quite literally) go with it.
My girl’s rather vibrant fashion sense? It’s a Finer Thing!
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