A teenaged girl

I think Jameson has morphed into a teenaged girl right before my eyes. He used to gladly put on the clothes I chose for him and never resisted. He didn't give too much thought to what he was wearing and let me dress him in whatever I saw fit.
Well, that all changed recently. Yesterday he literally had a 15 minute tantrum because he didn't want to wear the track pants that I picked out. Granted, he wore them for a few hours the night before when we went out for icecream but they just weren't up to his standards now. He was screaming and crying that he didn't like these pants. Couldn't tell me why he didn't like them, just didn't like them. He wanted to wear shorts. But it's chilly honey. More crying, screaming, flailing. It made him even more upset when I closed the door so he didn't have an audience for his tantrum any more. More hysterics.
I finally decided that it just wasn't worth it anymore so we headed to his room to pick out a new outfit. He chose black jogging pants. (Funny how cute they are on little kids but how wretched they are on adults.) Fine. Now he needed a new shirt because the blue and yellow striped one didn't match anymore. Picked out a grey one, good.
We got downstairs, about to put his shoes on, he decided he didn't like the pants anymore. (What was that, 2 minutes?) More crying/screaming/flailing. Sheesh. I tried to distract him by telling him he could open the garage door. Fine, that worked.
We got out of the house fully dressed. Mission accomplished.

Then we got home again. We were all playing outside when Jameson announced that he had to go pee. He is fully capable of doing this on his own so he went inside, did the deed, and came back out to join me and Stellan. Problem, he was wearing different clothes. Stinker! He was now wearing a pair of light blue plaid shorts. Still wearing the grey shirt from the morning. I was fine with this since it was getting quite warm and shorts were probably more comfortable. I asked him if he would like to change into a short sleeved shirt. More crying.
"I like these shorts."
"That's fine, you can wear them. Would you like to wear a shirt with short sleeves though?"
"I WANT THESE SHORTS!!!!!" scream/cry/flail
Ah ha! He doesn't understand what I'm saying.
"Would you like to keep long sleeves on or would you like little sleeves like mommy?"
(sniff sniff) "I want little sleeves."
"OK, go and get a new shirt with little sleeves."
He came back with a shirt with long sleeves proudly proclaiming that it was the shirt he wanted to wear. I explained that he either kept the shirt he was wearing or he could wear a new one, as long as it had "little" sleeves. I redirected him upstairs with instructions to look on the right hand side of the shirt drawer, that's where the short sleeved shirts are.
Back down he came proudly carrying a cream shirt with orange raglan sleeves. Finally, a short sleeved shirt. Didn't match but I really didn't care at that point.

During nap time (after 2 bathroom trip and and hour and a half of playing in his crib) he ended up peeing in this outfit. Sheesh.

He picked out a new long sleeved shirt and said he wanted to wear shorts. I convinced him to wear ones that actually matched (important now that we were going out in public). He freaked out because he thought they had ties. I calmly explained that I cut the ties off the last time he wore them since he now has a HUGE aversion to any pants/shorts with ties. That pleased him and he proudly put on his shorts that "actually match".

For anyone counting, that would be three outfits in the laundry. I might just have to get a job to pay for laundry detergent.