what comes around goes around

i was a horrible child. i never had anything to wear. no matter what my mom tried we did not have a good morning. from what i am told. she tried picking clothes out the night before. by morning i didn't want to wear what we had picked out. she would try to pick the clothes out. she would have me pick the clothes out. nothing worked. all of this before she had to go to work in the morning. i am surprised she still talks to me. out of pure frustration, with a bit of satisfaction i am learning, she would tell me to wear my birthday suit. and then i would get even more mad because i didn't know what a birthday suit was. i thought for sure i was in the clear when we had a boy. surely, boys don't care what they wear. nope. the other day i got out will's favorite moose overalls and paired it with a white long sleeve collared shirt. nope. shirt, shirt he says pointing to a yellow, blue and white striped shirt hanging in his closet. i tried to ignore him knowing it wasn't going to match the brown, orange and white overalls. then he started to kick. and hit. so, i caved. why argue over a shirt that doesn't match when we aren't even leaving the house? so, i started to take the white shirt off and into a fit we go. again. shirt, shirt he kept saying. i am trying to put the freaking shirt, shirt on will! i finally gave up and asked if he wanted the shirt over what he had on. i got a dah and a smile. you have got to be kidding me. so, into the kitchen we go all smiles with his snap-crotch shirt over his overalls and collared shirt. and for the record, i still have nothing to wear.