October 31, 2006
When I was little my mother knit me a matching hat and scarf. I hated them and would cry everytime she made we wear them. I even remember trying to lose them at daycare, but they would always be back.
They were navy blue and white, and the hat had a HUGE pom-pom on the top that I thought was the stupidest thing ever to be on the top of a hat.
My mother would try to convince me of their adorableness. But for several winters that I was forced to wear them, I remained unconvinced. Finally, thankfully, I grew out of them.
Fast forward to this fall. I bought my daughter an adorable Halloween theme sweater. I was convinced she would like it. Afterall, what was there NOT to like about it. It’s so freaking cute.
My daughter… she hates the sweater. Over the course of the past month I have suggested she wear it numerous times. Each time she tells me it is a stupid sweater.
This morning I pulled it out again and insisted she put it on for a photo. There were tears (hers) and bribes (mine) and compliments (her brothers), and finally she agreed that she would wear the offending sweater and pose with her jack o’lantern. But then, the sweater would be cast aside never to be mentioned ever again in her presence.
See for your self. And tell me, isn’t this just the cutest sweater?
or else I am just turning into my mother. shudder
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