Pants are for Morning Time

When Brooklynn was three she constantly changed clothes. You could talk to her and then do something quick and turn back around and she'd be wearing something completely different. I began to think of it as her own little magic trick. Some of her choices were a bit over the top but they were always really cute. I have problems putting together 5 decent outfits in a week, she could do it in a half an hour. AJ, not so much. It takes him a minimum of twenty minutes to get dressed, and the combinations are not so flattering. We set out clothes at night and he'll come downstairs in something not only totally different than what we picked together, but something totally different than anyone would ever let their child out of the house in. He comes downstairs with his shirt on inside out. He comes downstairs with his jeans on backwards. Ninety five percent of the time he puts his shoes on the wrong feet. You would think that he could at least get it right half of time, but not so much. For some reason, he prefers dress socks, so he comes downstairs in athletic pants and dress socks. To make matters worse he thinks that his dress socks go over his pants, so he comes downstairs with his pants tucked into his socks. Every once in awhile he'll come downstairs completely tangled up to the point where you not only wonder how he got his shirt on that way, but wonder if maybe it would be better to just cut it off of him than try to untangle the mess that he made. Then, when we get home we have the opposite problem. We can be home for 5 minutes and we'll decide to run back into town. We call him back downstairs and I'll hear Aaron say "AJ, where are your pants?" AJ just rolls his eyes and says"Dad, pants are for morning time." And so it begins again.