Sunday, February 17th, 2013
2 years, 3 months.
I, too, wish that I could leave the house in my pajamas. However, neither of us can have our way.
Granted, if I ever showed up to work in pajamas, I would feel pretty socially awkward, with good reason.
As for you, I’m guessing you wouldn’t feel strange about it at all, but then I’d be the weird dad who lets his son wear pajamas to daycare everyday.
Here lately, getting you dressed every morning has become so much of a struggle that I have to be the one who does it, instead of Mommy.
You only want your clothes to be changed laying down, which puts you in the perfect position to bicycle-kick whoever is trying to get you dressed. It’s better that I am the who takes the collateral damage from you.
So now I am officially your wardrobe assistant/technician.
While the Twitter hashtag #aintnobodygottimeforthat officially peaked last summer, the “Ain’t Nobody Got Time For That (Autotune Remix)” on YouTube serves as the mental soundtrack as I get you dressed now.
You and I are both thinking, “Ain’t nobody got time for that!” You’re thinking it because you evidently see getting dressed as an unnecessary hassle; or even worse, a form of punishment.
I’m thinking it because I don’t have time to struggle with you over it.
There seems to be no obvious solution to you not wanting to get dressed. I don’t know; maybe it was better in Biblical days when everyone evidently just wore robes all the time.
Actually, I think you could totally pull off rockin’ the Kid Icarus look. So, uh, Jack… what do ya say?
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