For more than twenty months, all of my clothing choices have been made for me. Mum and dad sometimes disagree about what I should wear, but I've never had a say.
Until today.
We were rushing to get out of the house for church and I was still wearing just a nappy. As mum dried her hair in the bathroom, I found a t-shirt in the dirty clothes pile and held it up to her. Then I tried to put it on. Mum had a sniff and a quick inspection for stains and decided it passed master. It soon would get dirty, even if it wasn't already. Then I went to my room and found a pair of socks. Mum helped me put them on.
Then I chose some sneakers. Done!
Nothing really matched, but I was happy.
No comments:
Post a Comment