Many years ago, at the beginning of my parenting journey, we would have fought. I would have insisted that no, he couldn't wear shorts on such a cold day. There would have been much screaming on both our parts and eventually we would have emerged exhausted, overwhelmed, me looking desperately for chocolate, but with him dressed properly. But that was then.
Now when Kian hands me his favourite bright orange bermuda shorts with a loud "I wear dis, Mommy!", I smile, digging through his jammy drawer. We head happily into the day, him wearing brown jammy bottoms underneath his shorts, a brown jammy top underneath a blue and orange dinosaur t-shirt. He is warm and happy and I'm amused by my little boy's clothing choices.
I can be right and miserable. Or I can think outside the box and we can both have fun.
Linking with the lovely Em today;