all dressed up & no where to go

ok. so i thought things were going well in terms of my avoidance of the whole over-obsessive mother bit... until i suddenly looked down at my poor son the other day, dressed up like the little brother in The Christmas Story.
all we were doing was taking the dog for a walk around the block.
it was at least 50 degrees outside.
i'm screwed.
no, wait--he's screwed.