Daddy is appalled
Daddy does not like shopping. One bit. He goes maybe once a year and buys two bags worth of stuff. A couple of shirts, some chinos and some jeans. (Although he buys socks, underwear and undershirts fairly regularly.) He'd happily wear the same outfit all week long if it were feasible.
So I imagine he's slightly aghast at your perspective on shopping. You love it. If you had your druthers, we'd shop every day and always bring home new stuff for you. It's not a toy obsession at all, because we don't buy those regularly. It's more of a thing obsession. You want things. As many as you can get.
Because the seasons are changing and warmer weather is finally beginning to set in, you're practically giddy about the new clothing that's been hitting your dresser. I keep trying to explain to you that we're not going to be buying a lot of clothing every time we go to Target or Old Navy. That we're doing this because you outgrew last year's shorts and tees and we need to replace them. But you're addicted. In fact, when I arrived home from the mall the other night with a couple of things for ME, you immediately assumed it was more clothes for YOU.
It's to the point where you don't even care as much about what the clothing looks like. Since you were about 18 months old, you've been pretty particular about your clothing. Anything without a car, truck, train, or airplane on it was met with resistance. I bought you adorable button-down seersucker shirts and you nearly went into convulsions when I tried to get you to wear them. By last summer, I'd basically given up on having any more input into your outfits.
This year, though, you've been refreshingly cooperative. I brought home a few things for you the other day, not really knowing how you'd react to my choices, and you were thrilled. You insisted that you wear your shark jacket all the next day. It's been your new favorite outwear this week.
There are new favorite shoes too. New Spidey sneaks we got for a decent price and, crazily, some flip-flops you insisted on getting. Because Melissa, one of your teachers, wears them. (Um, do I detect a little crush?) You spent one entire day switching between the two. You'd get your socks and Spidey shoes on, then want to wear the flip-flops. Off came the socks. You flip-flopped around. Then on went the socks and the sneakers again.
You are a total goof, ya know!
