“You forgot how to dress up mom.”
“I don’t like my top let me get rid of it!”
“There’s nothing wrong with your top mom, it’s your shoes.”
“Your pants are too short, just wear flats!”
She takes one last look and nods left to right in big disappointment.
“If I paid for a stylist mom, would you listen to him?”
I make no comment.
She walks away toward the bedroom.
I return to my dresser.
Size myself up and down in front of the mirror.
Re-do my attire for the day.
I muster enough courage to face her once again.
“Why do you keep changing!”
She looks at me from top to bottom.
She turns to the other one sleeping beside her.
“We have a problem.”
“I told mom that if you and I pay for a stylist would she listen to him?”
The other one still in dreamland nods her head up and down.
She gazes back at me.
“That’ll do for today.”