The Fashion Advice of a Toddler

This morning Lincoln walked in just as my shoe selection was under way.  Foolishly, I suggested he select some shoes to go with my outfit.  Dressed in various tones of brown, the goldish ballet flats were the pair of shoes that my feet were about to be adorned with until Lincoln entered the closet.  First, he selected the black moccasins that I wear around the house.  Second, my red TOMS...hmmm, not the look I was going for with my brown Banana Republic slacks.  Redirecting him to my work shoe section he lit up and pointed to the black and cream giraffe print flats, "those, Mama, THOSE!"....oh man, I just didn't have it in me to shoot him down a third time.  I love those shoes but to show up at work with a cream dress shirt, brown slacks and beige coat was just not going to happen...grocery store, yes, errands, tolerable but work, no.  I mustered, "Excellent selection" and gleefully put them on asking him what he thought, he smiled and ran out of the room leaving my outfit in matching chaos.  I couldn't bear the thought of changing my shoes behind his back and having him notice as we marched out the door.  Like Superman in a telephone booth I quickly swapped brown for black slacks and was on my way and my outfit became perfection.  Phew, situation averted...happy mommy but more importantly happy Lincoln!  Do I dare ask him to make tomorrow's selection?