My mother used to make me nuts wrt how my older two dressed (the cut direct happened before my youngest came along and neither she nor dad have met him and won't for a while).
Now, back before the cut, my parents used to have the boys over once a week. My oldest is like a stringbean. He will eat you out of house and home and still look like he ought to be in line asking Fagin if he can have some more. As such, he has to wear a belt or those jeans that have the adjustable waistband but IME those only do so much good for so long.
Anyway, my mother would come to pick them up and demand to know where my son's belts were. I knew where they were. At her house. Because she'd take them there, take the belts off the pants when they changed for bed and keep the belts at her house, sending him in the pants with the adjustable waistband. But when I'd say "Well I had a couple, but they never do come back from your house." she'd snort and deny it.
But then the next week son would come home from school with a belt I'd bought for him.
She also hated when I'd put mismatched mittens or gloves on their hands in the winter.
"But they don't match!"
"Mom, what is the purpose of mittens and gloves?"
"To keep the hands warm."
"And that only works if they match?"
"But it doesn't look right!"
"But are their hands warm?"
"That's not the point!"
"I think that's exactly the point of mittens and gloves. To keep hands warm."
Also made her nuts when I'd wear one Christmas sock and one Halloween sock.
I swear sometimes I was switched at birth, I really can't figure out just how someone like me came from people like them.