J was attending a nursery school three days a week for just a few hours a day.
My husband was in charge of dressing our little girl and take her to school on the days that I worked a bit later.
The teacher ALWAYS knew what days my husband dressed her. Her pig tails would be crooked. Her socks might be in the same color family but a diferent shade altogether. And once he took out her old pants from the donate pile I had in her room and she looked like she was waiting for a flood to happen.
One day I picked up my daughter and she was wearing a flowered shirt and a completely different patterned flowered pant. Together the combination actually hurt my eyes. The teacher smiled at me and I smiled
back in that "oh he did it again" look.
I was pregnant with my baby boy and was very much the impatient wife.
"What the heck were you thinking? why didn't you put her in something that matched?" I asked
"What? Joanne, that matches!" he looked at me as if I were crazy. "Look she had flowers on top and flowers on the bottom ...match!" It was then I think that I decided that he would no longer dress our daughter...or for that matter...himself!