So, each day, when I tell him to go grab a shirt and shorts, there's a 100% chance he'll refuse. Then, it's 20 minutes of trying to stuff him in to the offending clothes.
Today, however, when asked to get dressed, he proudly returned with his selection: Pajamas.
I told him they were pj's, and his response?
"I don't care."
Norah piped in to remind me: "At least he's dressed, Mom."
True dat.
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