This Is Happening

Despite the fact that Tot doesn't quite know the name of the store, nor does she know exactly why she loves the clothes, she is in love.  Tot has found her calling in the clothing department.  One word:  Justice.
I can't believe we've hit this stage already.  At almost seven, Tot has discovered that she really likes some clothes and she really hates others.  Those she loves can be found in any number of stores, but all of those in Justice meet her acceptable criteria.  Of course, I don't get it.  Why would I understand the cheaply made attire?  The fluorescent everything!?!  The cropped t-shirts selling all winter long?  The silly sayings and logos and patterns?  I've entered into this place of motherhood where I find my child's taste in clothes obnoxious and mystifying.  I'm old.
Despite my feelings, I get it and we entertain her desires.  I'm not saying we're paying full price for anything, particularly thirty dollar t-shirts, but I will scour the sale racks and storewide sales to appease her clothing taste.  I remember this phase.  I remember The Limited, Benetton, and Guess, to name a few.  I also remember that I rarely, if ever (Benetton) got to purchase clothes from those stores.  My mom was happy to steer me towards the ugly stepchild, Lerner's, but that was the extent of it.  There were five kids in our family, so I get it.  I didn't like it then, but I get it now. This may not be able to continue forever, but Bee and I are able to help the girl with her fluorescent aspirations and cropped t-shirt dreams for now.  I'll still be shaking my head and rolling my eyes with every purchase though.