Nature or Nurture?

Either way, my kids are screwed when it comes to fashion sense.

A couple of years ago I made a blog post named What Happens When Dad Dresses the Kids. In the two years since, Truong really hasn't changed much in his style: grab whatever's on top of the pile and on the right side of the closet. Sometimes it works, most times it doesn't. Kael unfortunately is the biggest victim since boys' clothes are 99% of the time separates, wholly dependent on the dresser to find a somewhat coordinating piece. Malia at least will have outfits that are meant to go together. And I know my husband enough to hang her outfit pieces together on the same hanger. All he basically has to do is get undies for her and sometimes socks if she chooses to wear sneakers.

"How much simpler can that be?" you ask.
Pre-coordinated outfit on a hanger.
Panties.
Socks.
Easy as cake.

Apparently, when it comes to Dad, dressing the kids is not as simple as it sounds.

On Friday, Malia wore a coordinating capris outfit. Very cute. Very girly. Very springtime-y. We headed to Costco and all Truong had to do was put on her socks as she wanted to wear her light-up shoes.

Socks. That's all. Just plain socks.

I don't know what Truong was thinking or seeing.... but he put on Malia long socks and hiked them up until they reached the bottom of the hem of the pants she was wearing.

Let me remind you again that she's wearing capris.

Yes. Capris.

The poor girl was showing about 4.5 inches of sock from her capris to her sneakers. Talk about Eurkle to the extreme.

My poor kids.