And So Do I

I was so excited the other morning because The Bandit dressed himself for preschool.  This has never really happened before.  Bandit is not a morning person.  Let me say it again with the correct emphasis.  Bandit is NOT a morning person.  When I suggest that he go in and choose shorts and a shirt, he will throw a fit of various proportions.  Sometimes it’s just a loud “No!”, but all too often it involves flinging himself on the carpet and wailing. 

However, this morning he emerged from his den with glaringly mismatched shorts and shirt.  I said not one word of criticism.  The other thing My Honey and I absolutely must not do as his parents is mention how proud we are of him or praise him for this kind of activity.  Oddly, this will cause him to rip his clothes from his body in a complete snit and refuse to put them back on.  The best course of action is a beaming smile and a quick kiss on the head and smoothly wade into the dreaded Tooth Brushing Battle.

So the little man wore his chosen outfit out to breakfast.  His father started to mention the combination, but I flung myself in front of that speeding bus and successfully diverted a nuclear melt down.  After breakfast, I told him to hop into his room and put on shoes and socks.  He emerged with his Vans and no socks.  Again, I said nothing and glaringly dared his father to ruin it with a comment. 

For once, we had a relatively yell-free morning.  I was really proud of my little dude. 

Then I came home.  The preschool had told his father when he picked up the boy that they didn’t want him to wear those shoes anymore because he wouldn’t leave them on.

They also strongly suggested underwear.