Samuel has been dressing himself for a long time now. And, if you know my child at all, you won’t be surprised to learn that he’s very particular about what he wears. He’ll sometimes spend a frustratingly long time digging around in his drawer for that one exact shirt that he needs – sometimes it’s the one with the breast pocket so he can carry his pen. Other times it has to be a plain shirt with no pattern or picture or not THAT Star Wars shirt, the OTHER Star Wars shirt.
Interestingly, none of his clothing selections are based on one thing looking good with another thing. It’s always a practical choice and it’s always for a very good reason.
Samuel still hasn’t shared his reasoning behind yesterday’s outfit, but I’m dying to understand. Prepared for an emergency Hippie Soccer convention, perhaps?