Sharing the wearing.

Yesterday, my six and seven year olds decided to be "just like Jeremiah and Amanda" and pick each other's clothing for school.

When the dust settled, she was wearing green pants, a grey shirt, purple socks (with ponies on them) and multicoloured underwear. Not entirely happily, but she stuck to the spirit of the adventure.

He wore white pants, a white shirt, red socks and underwear. (What mother of a six year old buys him white pants, you ask? I'm still trying to figure out where she found them, trust me.)

But the best part? The boy WORE underwear yesterday. Why didn't I think of that? My six year old son wore underwear yesterday because his sister made him. "It's one of the rules."

He tried to go commando again today, but I caught him on the way out the door.

Small victories, friends. Small victories.