Let him do what he wants and wear what he wants.
This post reminds me of a fancy dress party when I was a 9-10 year old child. My friend had a party where you could dress as your favourite film / TV charachter.
Neighbours was big at the time (late 1980's) and I was a fan. I wasn't bothered about dressing up too much, nice ordinary clothes, my hair is wavy/curly, so I thought Charlene from Neighbours (god Kylie was young then).
But oh no! My mum's not having it. She was always like that, I have to do whatever she wants as her ideas and taste are impeccable and mine are shit. She is still like that with me today. She picked a ridiculous saddo fantasy TV programme that she watched religiously and that children wouldn't really have ever watched it or heard of it. It wasn't unsuitable for children, not by any means, but they wouldnt' really watch it as a kids TV show, it was an adult drama with adult themes and not something children would be interested in or know about.
She buys the mask and makes it look worse by putting felt all over it, and gives me a stupid old cloak of hers to go over my oridinary clothes. I was sick worrying about it leading up to the party and I didn't want to go. It might seem dramatic to be worried sick about it but I was only a child and all my friends were dressing as well known TV characters.
It finally got the stage where I was refusing to go to the party if she was going to make me wear that. I suggested Charlene from Neighbours and she was horrified. It ended up with me pleading with her all the way to the door of my firneds house on the day of the party to just let me go in ordinary clothes. She said I should wear it to go in with and then take it off. What's the fucking point of that at a fancy dress party?!
Finally at the door of the house, I was late as I was stalling, my mum forced the mask on me forced her old cloak over me, helped by my brother, they rang the door bell and pushed me inside when the door opened announcing who I was dressed as. I swear to god, the parents in the hall had their mouths open as if to say "what the fuck is that child wearing". They admitted they'd never heard of the TV programme and I threw the "costume" off immediately. I spent the time at the party with my friends dressed up as recogniseable people and me sitting in a track suit looking boring.
A couple of them picked up my mask and asked who i was meant to be. I told them the truth and slagged my mother off. That I had wanted to be Charlene from Neighbours but my mum had forced me to be someone from her stupid TV show and she hadn't allowed me to choose. They all said it wasn't fair and didn't tease me about it which is saying alot for young children.
God I've written an essay but the fact that I still remeber this in minute detail over 20 years later says it all. Let you son choose. He's only a child once.
Apologies for appaling typing too. Can't be arsed to correct it.