I was at the mall the other day and had a jarring realization.
According to the Gap (my official arbiter of taste and sound parenting protocol), kids are supposed to dress a bit differently than my kids do.
Quite a bit differently, it turns out.
Kato is on a green apron kick. He likes to wear it while running around the fountain in the park.
For her part, Alden is obsessed with her pink princess skirt.
Apparently, it doubles as a necklace.
But after seeing those smooth, hip, confident, urban Gap kids, I knew that my progeny were missing the boat. I showed them the photo.
“Look,” I said, “THIS is what they wear. Why can’t you guys be more like the Gap kids?”
Kato was distraught. Apparently, he didn’t want to be hip, confident, and urban.
We tried persuasion and coercion, but nothing would make him see reason. Ultimately, the only thing that could calm him down was ice cream.
And even that wasn’t enough. The memory of the Gap kids was still fresh in Kato’s mind. He didn’t merely want to repudiate their fashion sense.
He wanted to negate it.
And so he plucked a flower from the potted plant, the perfect complement to his anti-Gap ensemble.
I’m going to wait until next week to call the casting agent.
Some day your kids are going to go through these posts and (hopefully) crack up. That, or they’re going to be paying you back big time by posting about you and your silly old guy shenanigans.
Thanks for the giggle. Reminds me of the time my toddler son modeled the pink tulle ballet tutu I was making for the little girl down the street. He willingly gave it a twirl. According to the mom of the little girl (whom I caught up with not too long ago), that little tutu is still around, tattered, torn, stained, and handed down, but still doing twirl duty … now some 20 years later.
Kato is adorable! (As always)
Those “gapkids” are actually kind of scary… They look ready to start in on sarcasm and disillusionment 10 years too early.