Fashion Senseless

Me:  “Tyler, you’re not going out of the house with sandals on.  It’s like twenty freaking degrees out there.”

Tyler:  “That’s OK.  I’ll just put socks on under them!”

Where did my kid pick up such blatant disregard for the rules of fashion? It makes me shake my head so hard my scrunchie nearly falls out.

The post-holiday scene…

… a wall-to-wall carpet of puzzle pieces; Lincoln Logs; Megablocks; Wedgits; Monster Puppet googly eyes and fuzzy noses; Mr. Potato Head body parts; Dominos; Legos; princess dresses, shoes and tiaras; dollhouse, barn and castle accessories; dress-up jewels; Barbie torsos with no appendages.

From beneath the rubble, a tiny hand emerges with the remote control. It takes aim at the TV and fires.

The gift-unwrapping, box-ripping, tie-cutting, game-assembling, battery-inserting frenzy draws to another anticlimactic end.