Today the boys were going to go to karate so I was getting them ready. Besides their karate outfits - which is actually called a gi- they also have a t-shirt with the dojo name (Look at me throwing out all these proper karate names). I told the boys to go up and get their t-shirts and come down to get dressed. Whiny Magee said he couldn't find his shirt and then I remembered that they were probably dirty from last week since I haven't done the boys' laundry this week yet. So Master of Disaster is upstairs "looking" for his shirt. Oh boy, this could be interesting. I go to check on him and fish through the hamper for his gi pants. When I got to his room I found him very carefully looking through his shirts in the closet, gently sliding each shirt over once he realizes it's not his karate shirt. I grab his pants and tell him to come on down stairs.
Down he comes with two hangers. One is a sleeveless t-shirt. The other one is a sweater vest.
MofD: I want to wear this one in case it gets cold (holding up the sweater vest)
Me: ummmm...let's just get your gi on
MofD: And now can we put this one on?
Me: In case you get cold??
MofD: yeah...it's like a coat....feel it
Me: you mine it's like a sweater
MofD: Yeah. Can I wear it?
Me: Well is it cold out?
MofD: no
Me: I don't think you need it. But we can bring it just in case it gets cold.
1 comment:
Ahhh...rationalizing with a child. Good times!
*Erin
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