...Or That.

As the last few minutes "prior to departure" were ticking by this morning, on this, our FIRST day of the new school year, I was silently commending myself on my calm and in-control management of my more-reluctant-to-face-the-day child. As this child continued to sit on the couch in his pajamas watching this morning's Curious George episode, I calmly prompted him for the third time to get dressed. "Baby, put your clothes on while you watch George if you want... That's fine. Just put them on."

I had just gotten back to my bedroom to get my earrings and my phone when Cable presented himself in my door, dressed, shoes on, new lunch box in hand, proud and ready for action (as he'd been for the last 20 minutes...) And this was our exchange:

Cable: "Look at me, Mommy! I'm all ready to go!"

Me: "Wow, Cable. You are ready to go. Thank you very much! ...Hey, will you help Mommy and go tell Parker to get dressed so we're not late on the first day of school?"

Cable: "I already did tell him that, Mommy."

Me (whispering): "Ok, well, maybe you could just try one more time and give him a little hug and say, 'C'mon, get dressed, buddy. It's our first day of school!' and help him feel better. But be real sweet to him, ok?"

Cable: "Ok, Mommy."

*trot trot trot*

Cable (finger pointed, shouting): "HEY BUDDY, GET DRESSED!"

:)