He doesn’t worry whether the top of her sippy cup matches the bottom, just that she has milk in her glass. He doesn’t worry about if the onesie he put on under her outfit for the day matches the rest, just that she has one on to keep her bare stomach from feeling the cold winter air. He doesn’t worry about if her meal consists of a little of each food group in it, just that she’s fed. He doesn’t notice the last of the yogurt is gone, just that she had some for lunch that day.