Now I like having clean clothes on. Makes me feel sane and human. In fact, on weekends, when we just roll out of bed and head downstairs in some horrible sweatshirt/grubby pants combination...about 11 a.m. I can't stand it anymore. I am about to crawl out of my skin. I have to go shower and put clean clothes on.
Not so for Caleb and Noah. There must be some security in pre-worn underwear and t-shirts and socks.
Yesterday morning, they each took a shower. As they got out, Brian was reminding Caleb to get clean socks and underwear out and on. Caleb was quite annoyed by this. And Noah was drying off. And Brian reminded him of the same.
Noah, in turn, picked up his pre-worn underwear and started to put them back on.
Brian: Noah, get clean underwear out and put those on!
Noah: Why?!
Brian: Cause that's just what you do.
Noah: [Still trying to put the old ones back on.] But these ones smell like Mac-N-Cheese!
Brian: [in hysterics] All the more reason to change them!
And yes, Brian won. Both boys put clean clothes on, from head to toe.
But that didn't mean we didn't have the same "change your underwear" conversation this morning.
Little kids are so odd, sometimes. Love them to death, but they're a bit crazy.
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