When I was in 2nd grade my best friend Claire and I planned to wear the exact same outfit on the exact same day. We had been conspiring for weeks about this, so when we finally picked out the perfect outfit, we could hardly wait. On the morning of, we met at our predetermined spot on the playground to awe over our identical green T-shirts and sunflower-print shorts. This is when we very quickly realized what a bad idea this arranged twin day of ours was. We both burst into tears almost instantly, and didn't want to be seen next to each other all morning long. Capital D-ivaaa! We were both pretty shaken up over it. Thankfully my Mom saved the day over my lunch break and picked me up, brought me home to change, and returned me back to class, sans sunflower shorts. (Where my classmates then proceeded to question why I had just gone home to change my shorts. One class clown excitedly asked, "Did you pee your paaants?!" I did not think that one through. Karma for being so dramatic, I guess.)
Long story short, I guess I grew out of the shame and embarrassment of matching with others (or I'm just making up for lost time) because I dressed V in the same pants and shoes as myself the other night. (I'm that Mom, laugh it up.) If she knew more words she probably would've given me a mouthful I'm sure, but that's why I gotta get these sort of things out of my system now! (Same rule applies to dressing her in all those costume-y sailor dresses or doing things like this.) I think she was seriously embarrassed, look at her face and how she's trying to wiggle out of my arms. Poor thing.
Until you learn how to talk and/or dress yourself Miss V, you're all mine. Muahaha! How do you embarrass your defenseless kid?