The Prince and the Pea

So Mr. Personality has this thing with his clothes. Or should I say, the tags on his clothes. He hates them. He pulls on them and does an awkward elbow-behind-the head jig trying to unsucessfully pull them off himself.

As the nonwise new mother that I am, one day I offered to cut the tag off of one of his pajamas. He was fussing while in bed about the tag, and I knew that this was a subject that was just not going to go away on its own. He was going to keep on about the tag as an excuse to delay going to sleep. So, in order to keep bedtime fairly peaceful, I ran and got the scissors.

My selfish shortsightedness was soon evident. Every piece of new clothing is now instantly inspected by a grabby little hand. Always, a shocked and dismayed look appears on the face and the declaration of, "Tag, Mama, tag!" I sometimes try to convince him that it is a nice, soft tag that won't bother him a bit, but he remains unmoved. Out come the scissors for the umpteenth time, and off comes the offending fabric.

Why in the world do they put these huge scratchy tags on children's clothing, anyway? If I had a shirt with a tag that long I would probably whack it off too. So, I can't really blame him for the ultra-sensitivity about the tags. But really, I'm fervently hoping it's just a phase.

I'm probably out of luck on that one, aren't I?

Comments

Melodee said…
My grandmother is 99. She insists that all the tags be immediately cut out of her clothes.
10:54 PM
Cuppa said…
I am sliding faster and faster towards my 60's and I hate those tags too. I cut them out of most of my clothes and it is a real pain when they include the washing instructions. After a while I tend to forget - hot water/cold water; dryer/hang to dry??
Nonetheless the tags have to go!!!
5:28 AM
Heather Plett said…
Yeah, you're probably outta luck. Sorry. I read a great book when my oldest was small and had her own issues with tags, and seams at the toes of her socks, etc., etc. It's called "Raising Your Spirited Child: A Guide for Parents Whose Child Is More Intense, Sensitive, Perceptive, Persistent, Energetic" and it was SO good at helping me understand her better. I wanted to send the author a big bouquet of flowers for helping me get through all that (and continue to suffer through it in her pre-teen years).
6:09 AM
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