After taking over forty-five minutes to put on a shirt, pants, socks, vest, jacket, and velcro shoes for the second day in a row, I was at my wits end on what to do. On the drive to school, I asked, "Jory, what can we do so it won't take you so long to get dressed in the morning?"
The previous day we had had the convo about how he was purposely taking forever to dress. How he was knowingly doing wrong and that he was sinning. How the older of his twin sisters shouldn't get in trouble, having a crying fit, put her clothes on, get her hair done, yet still be dressed before him. I mean it's one thing if I find he's pushing his car or truck around or playing with his "Bubbles", but it's another thing to just lolly gag when getting dressed. UGH!
So I asked my question and Jory answered, "You could help me."
Did this six-year-old just tell me that he would get dressed faster if I helped him dress?! The six-year-old who has been dressing himself for half his life? Is the baby giving him some of her crack? I just chuckled to myself. My baby is getting older and giving me answers I never see coming.
Tomorrow, I'm going to wake him up earlier and turn the timer back on. His answer was surprising, but not gonna happen.
No comments:
Post a Comment