do you ever read posts on blogs or comments on blogs or comments on message boards and as you read, your blood pressure just goes up and up and up and you want to scream and shake people and slap them a bit and say “what the hell is your problem, you can’t be serious about that!!” I’m there. Regarding parenting and always having to be the boss of children.
Funny because I was mulling this over earlier today. I let W wear whatever he wants. And if we’re home, even moreso. Not because it’s not worth arguing over, which it’s not, but mostly because there’s no reason that I have to be the boss of what he decides to wear. I mean, does it matter? If he were 18 and headed to a formal dinner wearing shorts and a T-shirt, I would probably intervene with some advice about what would generally be considered to be appropriate attire, but even then, I don’t think I’d really force him to change his clothes. Apparently, other parents think poorly of this particular parenting choice of mine. hm.
On another note, we went to the dentist yesterday and W has NO CAVITIES!!! YAY!!