Poor difficult child has to wear a uniform at his new Catholic school. It's not too bad ... khaki pants, white dress shirt, brown lace-up shoes, a tie in church. But he wants baggy pants and black shoes and a rapper tshirt. Poor kid did NOT want to try on a single one of the shoes chosen from the rack yesterday. Boat shoes, wingtips, workboots with-low ankles, anything with-the color tan or brown. Stubborn, stubborn, stubborn. Ready to make a scene at a very busy shoe dept. I finally threatened to buy the ugliest one unless he tried something on. He chose a heavy duty looking brown pr with-a thick tread, 1/2 size too big. In the shirt dept. a very nice lady waited on us, and she was VERY assertive. She first of all, assumed that Iv was in my care, because he was the most polite. When she saw that it was the snotty kid who was spilling his drink all over, she was surprised, but didn't back down. "You're going to try on a nice, new white shirt with-that all over your hands? Put that down and wipe off your hands." (Yaaay, Warrior Mom--uhh--store clerk!!!) After we found the right size, which I agreed to buy a bit large (an 18!!!), difficult child refused to carry the heavy bag of stuff we'd purchased. By that time, she knew his name and called him back. "Carry that bag for this lady. She's buying you all of this nice clothing and you need to be respectful and grateful." He picked it up and shot me the Evil Eye. LOL! It was clear she had no idea he was my kid, not only because of his behavior, but because we look nothing alike. She must have thought he was in foster care. It takes a village.