He has to do every thing by himself. This will be good someday, I think, but right now it has its moments. He got his hair cut today, he didn’t want his hair cut. Then he didn’t want to have an itchy shirt on, he calls it a “scratchy shirt” close enough. So he made Daddy take a shower with him, because Daddy got his hair cut too. Then he was cold so I was summoned to, “Mommy, wrap me! I’m cold!” Well ,he got wrapped all right, like a “berdido” and I got reprimanded, “You not put me here mom, I’ll fall on my head.”

Didn’t want to let us help him get dressed so he put on his own clothes, not well, but at least facing the right direction. Then for a nice relaxing cup of tea for me and “coffee with marshmellows” ( hot chocolate in Cole-ish) He informed me “tea is gross it smells like poo Mom.” I may never think of tea in the same way again. Donna was right, every one should listen when your parents tell you “just wait till your kids……”