Becoming Greg, with no help from Daddy

This morning, Daniel came downstairs in his pajamas in search of his Greg uniform.

He announced, "My Greg clothes are wost."

I asked, "Your Greg clothes are lost?"

"No - wost."

"Oh. Your Greg clothes are washed?"

(Yes.)

This meant that he could be Greg today, so I immediately went through the laundry baskets of clean clothes, and dramatically produced, one at a time, the trademark yellow turtleneck and black polyester pants so that Daniel could be come a Wiggle, and I dutifully offered to help him put them on.

That's when I discovered just what a Big Boy I was dealing with:

"Big boys can't let Daddies help them get dressed, because Big Boys know how to pull up their pants and put on their shirts, and that's what I do."

And that's what he did.

(January 22, 2009)