Saturday, August 18, 2012

Clothes Hit The Fan

We had a bit of a kerfluffle after the second day of school in Newmentia. This is the first time both boys have attended classes in the same building since their days at Elementia. The #1 son was upset that The Pony wore the same color shirt and shorts as he. Even though The Pony was up and dressed before #1 rolled out of bed.

The #1 son carefully puts together his attire fifteen minutes before he leaves the Mansion. He picks out his own clothes. Orders online. Shops at clothing stores. Nothing from The Devil's Playground for him. He organized his cronies and founded Fancy Friday at Newmentia. That's a day when they all dress nicely. Slacks and button-down shirts and ties for the guys, dresses for the girls. He's no slouch in the wardrobe department, that #1 son.

The Pony would not even drape himself in velvet if it was socially acceptable. His ensemble of choice is his pajamas. He would wear them all day if I'd let him. Many a time this summer, I had to remind him that his dad would be home soon, and would not look favorably upon his attire. So he would get dressed at 4:45 p.m. The Pony wears those pajamas outside to watch the goats graze. To water the animals. To collect the eggs. He'd wear them to town for shopping. Anywhere but school.

It's not like they are Hugh Hefner pajamas. The top is gray with red trim on the neck and wrists. The kind of thermal-underwear-looking pajamas that young boys wear. The top is so old that the long sleeves are now three-quarter length on his gangly arms. The bottom is above his bellybutton. It's like a midriff top, or a football practice jersey. The pants are flannel, forest green with a gold plaid. They're a bit too long, so he rolls a cuff on the legs.

It goes without saying that I lay out clothes for The Pony. He pairs plaid with stripes. Includes every color in his sartorial palette. Wears ankle socks midwinter with jeans. It's more efficient for me to decree what he wears than to send him back to change.

If #1 is so concerned about The Pony's attire, maybe HE should lay out his wardrobe from now on.


Sioux said...

That sounds like a wonderful solution. And I am sure The Genius would love holding the title of "The Pony's Dresser."

Cazzie!!! said...

The Pony would SO GET ALONG with my Mia. Mia would stay in her Pajamas (or PJs) 24/7, if it were not for my casting eyes at her and informing her, too, that her father would be home soon! Out to the chickens she goes, out to the dog, out to tend to the goats... PJs on :)
You have me laughing on my break at work :)

Kathy's Klothesline said...

Sioux is right, you have the solution! When my twins were in elementary and middle school, Jill was the dominant. Very preppy, her crowd, so she chose all of Jeff's clothes and friends. When they moved on to highschool in a different city, a role reversal occurred and Jeff was the dominant personality. The new group of friends favored more extreme looks and were apt to shave one side of their hair off. I preferred the preppy look, but found the new friends to be just as well behaved as the preppy ones and the clothes were a lot less expensive. It was all just a phase that did not last long.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Well, Genius IS all about titles. Anything that could fit on a resume or college application.

They sound like two peas in a pod. Maybe we should design Work Pajamas. That's no crazier than Pajama Jeans.

Kathy, day Genius might be wearing pajamas all day at college? He'll freeze if he gets into MIT, because his pajamas consist of a pair of athletic shorts.