the bug has some sensory issues. his clothes have to be just so. just so can only be defined by the bug. not verbally, but in a star wars “force” sort of way. i’ve tested this theory. i have bought 2 of the same articles of clothing from one store. the only difference was the fabric. the chosen article was worn out and the unchosen never left the drawer. socks have to be a very specific length. unfortunately, knee socks aren’t the rage for boys this season…or since 1983, but i have been able to find some masculine-esque knee highs in the girls department. shhh, don’t tell. his shoe laces have to lay just so across his shoes. his tie must be tied so that it lays completely flat and none of the skinny part can be showing. i have gotten VERY good at tying ties. it took him a year to not freak out when getting into his scout uniform because it wouldn’t stay tucked in as the wearer demanded. his choosiness about what touches him started as an infant. i remember once in summertime. i had on a nightie with thin straps so a lot of skin was exposed. i picked him up out of his crib. he didn’t want to touch my skin which was either too cool or too warm, and held his arms over is head and leaned as far away from me as he could. not any easy task when desperately trying not to drop him.
through the years, we found our grove. i began to only buy clothes that met his approval. there was no point in buying a bunch of different clothes. when the bug finds something he likes, he wears it. everyday. until i tell he that it needs to be washed. there may be a back up shirt. but if given the choice he will wait for number one shirt to be clean. we have deemed these outfits his uniform.
he has worn this since spring. he has a fall version. jeans and a striped shirt have been the new uniform, but with this indian summer he fell back on old faithful. we kid. where’s the bug? oh wait, i see him, it was hard to find him in the camouflage. he knows we call these outfits his uniform. he’s cool with it. i guess he knows it’s ok to be quirky in this family, but we will poke fun of you…to your face.
UH…like father like son…..
stand back ladies they are both MINE!