I hate FDA-approved (or whoever it is that approves it) pajama fabric, all synthetic and treated and ooky feeling. I just don't see that my children are in greater danger of spontaneous combustion while sleeping than while playing. So instead Her Majesty makes them lovely untreated flannel pajamas for winter and for the summer I just pick up a few extra t-shirts and some knit shorts at the thrift store.
This week I got some pieces for D2 and was rather pleased that I managed to coordinate them. I found a pair of orange shorts and a grayish-green shirt with a bright orange tiger printed on it. Then I found some navy shorts and a periwinkle Gap t-shirt with "GAP" in navy.
Tonight D2 wanted to wear his new pajamas. He found the orange shorts, so I dug around and found the tiger shirt.
"That doesn't match!" he complained.
"Yes, it does," I said. "See, there's orange here to match the orange on the shorts."
"But not very *much* orange."
So I tried digging out the other pair. "See, they're both blue."
"But it's not the *same* blue. "
"Well what are you going to wear then?" I asked.
He took the orange shorts and the blue shirt and went and put them on. I don't get it.