"Look at mine," said the other mom. "Flip-flops. There's an inch of snow on the ground."
"You pick your battles," Boots Mom said.
"I picked it," Flip-Flops said. "I lost."
So absorbed was I with the inappropriateness of my own child's garb that I failed to notice the other children were, for the most part, equally bizarre.
Fast-forward a decade or so.
You know that saying, "The more things change, the more they stay the same"? Well, my girl is still enjoying walking a few steps off the beaten path. These days, she loves Goodwill. She's especially fond of the men's department. Where she searches out bizarre sweatshirts.
One day last week, she went to school wearing a black sweatshirt that had "No. 1 Principal" written in rainbow lettering across the front. On the back, it said, "Paul."
The day before, it was a Christmas sweatshirt declaring that she "Delivers Happiness."
Next, I think she'll be on Halloween.
I'm tempted to photograph and publicize her closet, which is now -- just like then -- stocked with many adorable clothes.
Although truth be told, I'm more fond of the part of the closet that's not.
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