Colemanista

You will probably only appreciate this if you know Coleman, and can picture how serious he was in these conversations! :)
Coleman picks out his clothes every night. (He never picks jeans.) Tonight, he laid out a great outfit: black shirt, red (CARS) hoodie, black pants with red stripes, and a black hat...except the pants had holes in them, so I told him that was great but we would put jeans with it instead. He did not like that suggestion, and was seriously distraught, staring at ground, hands out, when he said, "No Mommy! Blue and black do not go together!" "Yes they do!" I said. "NO! Only red goes with black!"
He seemed to believe me when I explained to him that blue JEANS are the one thing that goes with everything.  So I laid the jeans out with the rest of the outfit and held up my hand for a high five.  He looked at my hand, took his own hand and gave me a huge thumbs-down signal, and walked away.  Diss.

The other day I took him to Kohl's to look for a shirt for family pictures. As I browsed through the plaid button downs and sweaters, he went on and on about how "I do not like those picture shirts! I want one of these awesome shirts!" When I picked a couple of shirts, he was very upset, "But those are not awesome!!" This stuff makes me kinda remember when my bro Tyler was a little boy and was oh-so-picky about clothes. I remember Mom and I going around looking for Hurley shirts and JNCO jeans, and even before that, when he had to have some type of character on everything he wore (which is kind of where Coleman is right now, with the matching thrown in.)

Shelby has a shirt that says "Fashionista" but I think I bought that shirt for the wrong kid! Too bad it's pink and has bows on it!