So, my little darling, in all his glorious 2 and half year old bi-polar mind, screamed a hissy-fit about wearing a new shirt we bought him yesterday. "No want it. No want it!"
As I ignored his lament and wrestled with him into it, I said, "Here is the deal pal. When you can dress yourself, you can choose your own shirt. Until then, you are going to wear what I pick out, so pipe down and put your arm in the sleeve." Oddly, he did. Ten minutes later when we got to school he marched up to his pre-school teach and proudly displayed his new shirt. "Ook. Dine-soar." He said showing her his nice new shirt with a big green dinosaur on it."
"Oh, how nice." She said.
"Isn't that way." I snickered as I left and thought. "Yup. Daddy's right again."
A work at home daddy blog about raising a boy named Nate.
