Fashion Blues...

I thought I had a 21 month old son - not a self-conscious, 'fashionista' teenage daughter.

But the past two days now, when I have attempted to dress Bronson, I have, inevitably, chosen the wrong shirt-and-short combination. After flailing his legs out of the shorts, and practically ripping his head off along with his shirt, he then points to which outfit is acceptable for his public to see him in.

And he is completely content , and even sadistically rueful, once he is wearing the proper attire.

What will I do when I have a daughter?