My daughter has always been very definite about what she wants to wear. My suggestions fall on deaf ears.
My son is easier about it. Yet sometimes, he pushes back.
“You’ll need a sweater,” I say.
He grabs his green hoodie. I tell him I’m really tired of seeing him in that green hoodie. We bought it (big) for his Plankton costume two years back.
He unhappily takes the sweater I am holding out and pulls it on. I grab my camera.
“You look so handsome,” I say.
I tell him to smile.
“You aren’t smiling,” I say.
“Yes I am!”