Apparently Chicken Noodle Butt was having issues this morning.
First, he came downstairs without getting dressed.
He was sent back upstairs to get dressed for school.
He came back downstairs with a shirt full of paint and food that he had obviously not put into the dirty hamper.
He was sent back upstairs to get a clean shirt.
He came back downstairs with a different shirt. I thought it looked kind of weird because there was a white spot on his chest near the collar and was wondering how he had managed to get it there since he still hadn't brushed his teeth.
However, the boy only had one sock on his left foot, so I thought I'd deal with that first.
"How come you only have one sock on?"
Shocked look appears.
"Oh, I forgot to put the other one on."
He turns around and goes back upstairs.
He comes back moments later, two socks on his feet, black shorts and a tan shirt…with a white thing on it. I"m seriously trying to contain my laughter, because I'm sure it's hard to be five. So I ask him to come here.
He does.
The white thing is a tag; the kind that is a part of the shirt, not a flappy one that you have to cut off. I crack up. I'm sorry, I just can't help it. I ask him to please take off his shirt. He does.
His eyes widen.
"Aunt Hope, my shirt was inside."
We both laugh. I'm still giggling about it every time I picture it. What a way to start the day!
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