Dettol Mission for Health asked me to write an article on toddler couture and the daily fashion shows that take place at the local park. Below is a mere snippet, click HERE to read the full article.
There is a competitiveness that goes hand in hand with parenting. Whose child walks, talks or utilises a potty first has all the intensity of an Olympic race when mums and dads come together and chew the fat.
One thing that seems to bring out every parent’s inner yearning to win is fashion, baby fashion to be precise. The desire to take out the coveted (and hypothetical) ‘Best Dressed Tot Award’ is high. The local park makes for the perfect venue for an impromptu toddler fashion show.
Miniature models strut their stuff on the catwalk (slide) while prospective customers (other parents) look on and work out this seasons must haves. Proud designers (parents) look on at their creations (children), cleansing their own memories of that pair of brown dungarees or the purple and orange flannel dress that they had endured all those years ago. Designers gasp in horror if one of their models happens to take a tumble in the mud or stacks it in the sandpit.
This is not for me, I am aware this sounds incredibly boring and practical and erm dad-like, but I am far more concerned with the durability and comfort of Max’s clobber than the label sewed into the back. Max is a boys boy, he eats mud, resides in a sandpit and spends his down time servicing Tonka trucks and he has no need for flash threads.