Fashioning a conspiracy

Ah, were it only this easy

   Before I became a dad I was merely a dude. And as we dudes know as long as what you are wearing doesn't smell bad or isn't wrinkled too bad, you're fine.
   Now that I'm the father of a daughter and one who tends to get her dressed each morning I have discovered what all women face and, to my horror, it begins for them after they grow out of their baby clothes.
   It is the conspiracy of women's fashion.
  As both the mother of my child and I have found you cannot believe what any label tells you about a size —the girl simply has to try it on to see if it fits.
   And so it begins.
   For the rest of my daughter's life I know she is going to have to grab a couple of different sizes of each garment and trek into a fitting room to find out if a manufacturer has any clue as to her actual size.
   Possibly when she gets older it may get easier for her as — for now — she is tall and thin and as I understand it women's clothes are designed with that frame in mind and everyone else has to fend for themselves.
  It is incredible how much brand variance there is for my 5-year-old girl — even with socks. It ranges from size 4 to 6X.
  And I'm not even going to get into the fiasco that is footwear.
   Sigh