Lincoln is going through what I hope is a phase where he insists on picking out his own clothes and often changes them a couple times a day. For the most part he actually picks out a fairly decent outfit so we've decided to pick our battles and let him have this one, it's not worth the fight. The below conversation took place a couple days ago after he insisted on picking out his clothes for the day which consisted of navy shorts and a shirt that was slightly clashed.
Lincoln: "Do I look handsome?"
Me: "Yes, but your clothes don't exactly match."
Lincoln: "Well, that's a good way to be different. My clothes don't have to match everyday."
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Yesterday Lincoln was wearing a shirt my mom had gotten him while she was in Greece last year. It's bright neon green so it's not one he typically wears out of the house but he insisted on wearing it yesterday afternoon.
Me: "Do you know who got you that shirt?"
Lincoln: "Yes, Grammy."
Me: "That's right, she got it for you when she was in Greece last year."
Lincoln: "Do you remember when we went to Greece?"
Me: "We didn't go to Greece. Greece is really far away across the world. You have to go on an airplane for almost a whole day." (Then I showed him on a map.)
Lincoln: "Well we went to Greece the other day and it was the longest drive. Remember when we were there I got my chocolate milk and smashed potatoes?"
Me: "Oh, you mean Ikea in Mesa. Yes, it was a long one hour car ride but it wasn't Greece."
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