Kay. So. Remember when Micah wore a green jammie shirt on his head for a year and called it his Green Hair? And everyone was all judgie on my mothering skills because I let him do it? (I still stand by that decision, by the way.) And eventually I had to get rid of it (because of bathtime and laundering complications), along with a note from the Green Hair Fairy, saying that some other little baby boy needed Micah's green hair? And how Micah was so upset about it that he said he was going to crush the Green Hair Fairy the next time he saw her? Yeah.
I think we're going down the same road with Gage and his parka.
Try not to be jealous of our weather. Or of the fact that my children will most likely be wearing their parkas underneath their costumes when they go trick-or-treating in a couple of weeks.
Anywho, Gage has rarely taken his parka off since we got it out of the storage room. He wears it to bed. Inside. Outside. At the day-care thingey at the gym. While he's sitting on the potty. He cries when we take it off for bathtime and doesn't understand why we don't let him wear it in the tub.
It's hard to reason with a three-year-old. Especially one who doesn't talk.
Last night, I was like, "Kay, dude, you have old food and lollipop stains and chocolate and all kinds of crap on your coat. It's time to wash it."
Oh. The world ended for him.
He cried the whole two hours it took to wash and then dry it.
Unfortunately, I can't have the Red Parka Fairy take his coat away, because, you know, it's frickin' freezing out there. So we get to deal with his obsession all winter. But come summer, if he's still doing this, the Red Parka Fairy is going to take it to D.I. and call it good. He will have grown out of it by then.