Getting Crash dressed in the morning has become an interesting fiasco. He despises dressing nicely. It’s gym pants every day. Even on days he doesn’t have gym. Here’s a snippet of how this morning’s conversation progressed.
Me: Crash, you have have music today. Save the gym pants for a gym day. Put on a pair of jeans.
Crash: (rummaging around in a laundry basket of clean clothes, pulls out a pair of gym pants and puts them on) Dad, I think these pants shrunk.
Me: Let me see them. (He hands them to me) No wonder they don’t fit. They’re a size 5. You’re a size 8! Now go put on jeans.
Me: What’s wrong with Jeans?
Crash: I can run in the them.
Me: But you don’t have gym today.
Crash: On the playground, dad.
Me. You can run fast enough.
Crash: Then I’ll get them muddy and stained.
Me: Since when have you been concerned about getting your clothes muddy stained?
Crash: (stares at me)
Me: And besides, that’s what jeans are made for. They get washed and clean for you get muddy all over again.
He hates jeans. And DW says to me (as she does when their annoying traits come through) “Thanks for passing those genes on.” I’m sure there’s a joke about genes and jeans in there somewhere. Anyway, I was a bit confused. I wear jeans. I don’t have such an aversion to a pair of pants.
Until DW reminded me that I don’t wear brown shoes. My argument is that brown doesn’t match everything. I’m better off with clothes that match everything that way no matter I wear, it matches. It’s better for everyone. Except for my socks. My socks rarely match.
So apparently my brown shoes aversion gene mutated into a jeans aversion gene and got passed on.
Is there an item of clothing you have an aversion to?