He emerged from his room this morning wearing a bright tie dyed t-shirt and a pair of camo cargo pants... [Take a moment to picture it].... Now, as a mom, I know I must pick my battles. Generally, clothing battles are not worth it. But I couldn't let that one go, especially since he's worn that particular ensemble before with me biting my tongue all the way to school. It's not that he's trying to be particularly CLASH, he just has no fashion sense whatsoever. What. So. Ever.
"Uhm... you should change either your pants or your shirt", I mumbled nonchalantly.
"Why?", he replied cluelessly.
"That outfit is just too..... busy", I clarified elusively
"I can't wear this SHIRT?!", he pried confusingly
"That shirt's fine, just not with THOSE pants", I explained provokingly.
"I can't wear these PANTS?!", he emoted dramatically.
"The PANTS are FINE, just not with THAT SHIRT.", I expounded frustratingly.
(conversation continues a bit longer with similar abrasive befuddlement)
In the end, Meego gave in. Left in a huff and re-emerged from the room having changed the pants to a pair of solid grey cargo pants. Much better.
Except they're too short.
I kept that to myself.