October 28, 2008
I had no reason to worry: the process of transitioning Camber from dresses and skirts to long pants went as smooth as silk.
"Everyone is wearing pants today," I announced before my star students got out of their beds this morning. Before my daughter could say "No way, Jose!" I added, "It's not an option: it's snowing."
The long moan that came from the pink bedroom turned into a loud shriek once its occupant realized that while she was sleeping, I had removed all of the beloved short-sleeved muumuus from her dresser drawers.
The loud shriek escalated into an angry yell when, after ten minutes, I informed the pants hater that her failure to get dressed was causing her to miss breakfast.
By the time that the hideously ugly, itchy, scratchy, sweaty jeans made their way onto my daughter's body, breakfast was over and school gear was being assembled. Due to the fact that she had trouble keeping her hands to herself , Camber had to put her socks and shoes on in the corner.
"I'm never wearing these pants again!" she screamed.
I decided that it wasn't the best time to tell my daughter that because of her 45 minute temper tantrum, she was going to have the privilege of wearing the exact same pair of pants to school all week.
Labels: clothing wars