Homecoming...

"I want black pants."
"I think lighter pants are better.  Try them both."
"I want a button down shirt."
"Like those?" ( I point to the wall in the store.)
"Plaid"
"You'll look like you're wearing flannel."
"I'll look like Grampy."
"How about Stripes?"
"No."
"Purple?"
"Blue."
"Light or dark?"
"Dark"
"Tie?"
"Yes."
"Belt?"
"Yes."
"Shoes?"
"No."

2 days later...

"How much gel should I use in my hair?"
"A pea sized amount."
"I need more."
"Like a corn kernel more."

An hour later...

"I need shoes."
"Let's go we have two hours before the dance."
"Black or brown?"
"Black."

*sigh* $65 more dollars...

In the car...

"Now my belt doesn't match.  Wait! It's reversible."
fidgets with belt, whips it off in the car... "Nope. Nope it's not."
He puts belt back on.

Home...

Fully dressed...

"Smell these colognes.  Which one is good?"
"Tony doesn't like the tie."

The two fidget through Tony's ties looking for another match.
 
"No  That looks like an old man postal tie."
"This is a good tie."
"No, no it is not, wear the one we bought. It's younger."

$200 later, Oldest was finally off to the homecoming dance.

His very first dance of High School.

*sigh*

He's the daughter I never had...

... in a stylin' tie.