The Stitch

Elizabeth will wear only blue socks.  If you grab a pair of yellow, pink, or heaven forbid WHITE socks from her drawer, you are guaranteed an immediate screaming meltdown.

"BLUESOCKSBLUESOCKSBLUESOCKS!"

Brian bought K-Mart's entire stock of blue toddler socks yesterday.  I asked begged him to.  I was tired of waking up every morning and dealing with a half hour of screaming over something that could be easily solved by owning a couple extra pairs of socks.

Today Elizabeth wore bluesocks with her orange outfit and Getting-Dressed Time was utterly blissful.  She now has bluesocks for every day of the week.  Mommy is really happy.

I don't know the moral of this story.  But I'm pretty sure that it's NOT:  If your child cries because she wants something, go to K-Mart and buy all of it for her.

Live and Learn.

When she asks why we didn't send her to therapy after ruining her life through our horrific parenting skills, I'll simply explain that we spent all of her therapy money on bluesocks.