Monday, December 14, 2015

December 14

Sneaky, stinker Joel did not put away his newly washed clothes like I told him to
and I caught him red-handed.
I had a brilliant (if I do say so myself) idea that I was sure would end the temptation
to stuff clean shirts anywhere, ever again.
I calmly said (with a little glee in my voice) that I would be picking out his clothes for the next week.
I picked out all my favorite, little-bit-fancy outfits that he NEVER wears.
And I had fun.
He did not, but that was the point.
When he came home saying he was so uncomfortable and that the music teacher even asked if he had to pee because he was squirming so much,
I asked if that memory might come back during a clothes-putting-away session.
Yes, he thought it might.