At almost two-and-a-half years old, I didn’t think Nolan would be all that concerned with the clothes he wears. Boy was I wrong. Just recently, like within the past three days or so, he’s been a real diva about what I put on him during the day.
He’s been into the alphabet for a while now and can recite (more or less) the letters A-Z, which is definitely a good thing. He enjoys the alphabet puzzle his Aunt Julia got him and loves the book Chicka Chicka Boom Boom.
But everything he wears has to have letters on it. A Nike shirt with just those four letters on it simply won’t cut it though. It needs to have a lot of letters on it. He needs letters all over the damn thing but luckily for him, we’ve got quite the array of shirts and pants with both letters and numbers on them.
Sometimes, as soon as we take his pajamas off, he’s all, “daddy, lots of letters on Nu-Nu’s shirt!” and vehemently disapproves of any garment without lettering on it.
I’ve got three options: 1) try to break him of this habit, 2) go broke buying a wardrobe that fits his wants, 3) rotate the five or six shirts that have sufficient lettering on them. I’m thinking numbers 1 and 3 are the most feasible.
Hey, at least he knows his ABC’s, right?!