Have I ever mentioned that Alexis likes to dance? Maybe? Well, she does. A lot. Thus, Alexis super likes going to weddings because DANCING! DANCING! DANCING MACHINE!
If you need someone to spend the entire reception on the dance floor, welcoming others to join in her tomfoolery, Alexis is your girl. She'll do the sprinkler, the worm, and a whole bunch of other hilarious things because she just plains loves to dance.
She knew before The Month of Weddings started that she would be having lots of chances to dance her butt off. She also knew that I would lock her in the trunk of the car before I'd let her go to any of those chances to dance wearing her usual uniform -- black leggings and a tank top.
The girl needed some clothes. Dressy clothes.
The truth of the matter is I don't care what the kid wears 99.9% of the time. That .1% is the space between peace and war, though. I drug that kid to every store in the tri-state area and said, "Pick a dress" and she said "Noooooooooooooooooooooooo."
She swore she didn't like anything. Every single dress I picked up was either ugly, itchy, stupid, or elicited a face I personally reserve for when I find a bug with too many legs creeping in my house. She rolled her eyes, I rolled my eyes, together we were a shopping mess.
I might have dropped the, "Pick something right now or I'm picking for you" line after several hours of trying to buy something for the kid. It's possible. It's also possible that after dropping that line, I picked up the ruffliest, ugliest, most hideous dress possible and pointed to it while counting down. "3 ... 2 ... "
Suddenly Alexis was willing to chat. After a few minutes of back-and-forth, it came out that Alexis didn't want a dress because she wanted to be able to dance without the restrictions that come from flashing people while doing the worm. She was also worried about shoes because she wanted to wear shoes that were comfortable and dance-friendly.
It was then that I reminded Alexis that shorts are a thing and that they are a thing that can be worn under a dress. I mean, COME ON, KID.
As for the shoes, well, all she had to do was ask. I am firmly of the belief that Chucks absolutely qualify as dressy enough for a wedding.
