Who in their right mind would buy a child white clothing?
a. Someone who takes their dirty linens to a laundry service.
b. Someone who has a live in maid that does their laundry.
c. Someone who doesn't have children.
d. Someone who has a wife who does all their laundry.
Yes, these are just some of the answers that flew through my mind a few mornings ago when the issue of the CLONE costume arose.
"I'm going to be a clone today," states Gio.
"Great, well, you better go put your costume on, because I'm leaving in 15 minutes," I warn. "And if you don't come with me, the police will be here shortly to pick you up."
"I need white pants and a white shirt!" says Gio.
"You don't have white pants, pick something else, quickly," I say confidently.
"But clones wear white pants," he says slowly, so I can understand.
Then in a moment of complete and utter parenting illumination, I realize if I turn the grey pants inside out we would magically have WHITE CLONE PANTS.
Did I care that my son's wearing his pants inside out? Yes, about as much as I care that he's wearing his shirt backwards, for the second day in a row, which is not at all.
