My daughter likes us to match.
She gets visibly upset and considering change her clothes when she learns that I do not also own an ice cream cone shirt or a pink tutu.
While I both love how much she looks up to me and find it unnerving to be the center of her fashionable and impressionable world, I turned an awkward corner a few weeks ago.
Scott calls: What size are you?
Me: What? Why?
Scott: N and I found matching dresses. Well, for you and her. They are on super sale so can I get them?
Me: Um, sure.
See what I did? I BOUGHT A MATCHING DRESS WITH MY 3-YEAR-OLD.
I didn’t try it on at first, but N came home in hers and looked adorable. I glanced at my version from time-to-time and I even reminded my daughter of our TOTALLY MATCHING DRESSES and she shrugged. Secretly, I was relieved, but finally last night I tried it on. It fits, but I couldn’t bring myself to wear it. I already want to wear a sign:
Although if the dresses lead to this, it’s probably worth it.
PS. But seriously, the exact same dress means we can’t leave the house, right?