So this morning, Pookie woke up at 5:35am and started getting dressed. The routine involves him walking to the bathroom, stripping, walking back to his bedroom, standing on his bed to pull the chain for the light….
He got interupted here by Geetle’s “Turn off the light.”
So he did. Then he went to the closet, pulled out some clothes and got dressed.
I got out of bed around 5:50, got cleaned up for work and headed downstairs to look for the chirping birds, rays of sunshine, and warmth…all of which took the day off.
Instead, Geetle and Pookie were sitting at their art/activity table in the breakfast nook room place happily drawing pictures. I start finding my DayQuil, taking my allergy pills, packing my lunch. About 5 minutes later, I hear, “Pookie, that’s my shirt. Take it off.”
I reminded her that if she hadn’t made him get dressed in the dark he might have had an easier time picking out the right clothes.
She said, “But that’s my shirt.”
I reminded her that she sometimes begs us to wear one of his shirts and we occassionally let her.
She replied, “But that’s my shirt.”
Pookie, like a good little man, ignored her and she eventually gave up.