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I think my college years may have helped prepare me for parenthood. Just like at Tulane, I’m still counting the minutes until nap time, still being tested and still unsure of what I want to do when I grow up. If only that semester abroad was an option right now.

She may be years away from diplomas and sorority rush, but already my toddler Dylan seems to understand the rules of college. As I’ve mentioned, she refuses to wear most of the clothes I buy her (are any boys like this?). The latest item: a bright blue Juicy Couture shirt I got on sale. Honestly, I would wear this top. But my days of the baby doll t-shirt are over (so I think a toddler size 3 is definitely not happening). Adorable shirt. Amazing color. Cute as can be. Of course, Dylan will not let it touch her skin.

But yesterday morning she had no choice. My husband was home and Dylan’s sister Summer was napping. Earlier I had pulled the Juicy shirt and a pair of pants out of their room so Dylan and I could slip out and get her a haircut. Dylan did not appreciate my somewhat sneaky tactic to get her to wear the shirt. She cried. She whined. She begged for her stained blue and brown striped shirt (the one she wears nearly every day but alas, it was dirty). Finally, I got the Juicy shirt on her. She tried to rip it off three times on the way to the Doodle Doos Hair Salon. Then it happened. It always does. She started to warm up to the thing. I guarantee you it will become one of her favorites.

Remember in college when you used to go out for those ladies’ nights or “two for one” pitchers? Nobody wanted to break the seal. You did everything you could to not pee. You hold out as long as possible because the minute you go, you have to go again every 10 minutes. Well, that’s how Dylan is about clothes. With a new item of clothing, she holds out as long as she can, but once she gives it a go, she wears it constantly. She may be a member of the class of 2026 (seriously) but she’s ready for college already.

6 Responses to don’t break the seal

  • Daphne says:

    Here's the solution to the problem: all you have to say is "Dylan, honey, you can wear anything you want, but please please please DO NOT pick this blue shirt, ok?" There is no quicker way to get it on her, guaranteed!

  • Kerry says:

    as a mom of a fashion-conscious 4 year old boy, i will attest to the fact that boys do care about their clothes too. drew is very into "cool" t-shirts. he and his best friend always comment on each other's t-shirts. he told me that his favorites are his: spiderman, pirate boat and black dog. as long as he gets himself dressed, he can wear what he pleases!

  • Betsy says:

    Samantha must also choose her own clothes. She will only wear "girly" clothes and they must have pockets. (I am still trying to figure out how she is related to me.) To her matching is less important than the ability to fill pockets.

  • Valerie says:

    It is not just a girl thing! My 5 year old son Davis strongly prefers that all of his clothing be orange. I no longer have to wash his orange socks every other day like I did when he was 2 and I only had two pair, but it still makes it easier to get him dressed in the morning if there are clean, orange clothes in his drawer. Thus, I spend a fair amount of time searching for orange clothing. I recently found solid orange t-shirts at Old Navy on sale for $3.50 each (and they were Davis' preferred shade of orange, not too brownish) and I bought 10 of them. Several in his current size and several in the next few sizes up so he'll have a few as he grows. The hardest thing is socks, but when I find them in orange, I buy multiple pairs at once. Luckilly, my two-year old son Landon also likes orange best!

  • Abby says:

    Valerie-You should go to the Syracuse University website and try to order him some t-shirts from the bookstore. I was just there and the entire campus bleeds orange. They have even branded their own special orange color!

kelcey kintner