The Dada has a thing about matching: he hates it. If we are wearing clothing that even approaches the same color family, he either changes his clothes, or he politely requests that I change mine. I have no desire to be the parenting version of Thing 1 and Thing 2, so it seems a fair enough request.
This isn’t the book of the dada, so you are probably wondering, dear readers, why I am telling you this.
I thought you’d never ask.
The Family was prepping for an outing Saturday morning and we were at varying stages of “ready,” per normal. The Kidling was about half ready, The Dada was showered, dressed, and prepped to walk out the door, and The Mama– well–
I was washing my face in yesterday’s tee shirt.
Yeah, sorry. I’m notorious for that sort of thing.
The thing is, yesterday’s tee shirt was black and The Dada was wearing a tee shirt, too. A black tee shirt. Unaware that I was sporting a pre-worn, about to be tossed into the laundry chute tee, The Dada stopped in his tracks and uttered a worried, “uh oh…” when he spotted my ebony swath of cotton.
The Kidling, curious about The Dada’s seemingly unfounded concern, looked at me quizzically. I smiled and explained that The Dada doesn’t much care for matching. Before I could continue, she interrupted, disputing the notion that we matched by explaining, “But your shirt has short sleeves and Daddy’s bottom is smaller.”
You can’t get anything by The Kidling. Particularly when that “thing” is The Mama’s bottom.
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My hubs doesn’t like matching either! The last time it happened there was no choice. He was the one who had to change. With a new little one, there isn’t a whole lot that fits! As for the big brother noticing Mommy’s larger state… His dad recently taught him how to give backrubs and while he was rubbing my back, he pushed on my love handle and said, “Squishy!” …I laughed and thought about how I should maybe make an effort to lose some baby weight, but then I just ate ice cream instead.
I do believe you made the right choice.
Lol. Filters. The last bit our children finally get, right? Verbal filters:)
We are definitely filterless here in Our House. Completely, utterly filterless.
No matching for my hubby also….my 12 year old likes to pinch my belly and say chubby, stinker!!!
Hmm. I suggest pinching his heart and calling him cruel. That will work, right?
Okay, maybe not… a sad face might be a better choice.
The Kidling doesn’t pull any punches, does she?!
None whatsoever. Little shit.
She calls it as she sees it doesn’t she? š
Every time.
i am not a huge fan of matching either so i can empathize with that. the final statement is precious however )
Uh huh. Precious. Exactly what I was thinking.