sent to me by a friend:
After wrestling with Drew to get his socks on (and him taking them off 3x) the following transpired:
M: Ok, Drew.
I'm done.
You put on your own socks.
You may come out of your room when you have your socks on.
D: No, no, I don't want to go to Trader Joes, etc.....
M: Stay in your room until your socks are on.
D: No, no, don't want to get ready, etc.
M: I'll see you when your socks are on.
Door opens...
M: Are your socks on?
D: Ya
And there is our adorably frustrating child standing in the doorway with his socks on his hands.
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