What about when he's sixteen?
So, Caleb hates pants.
When you put pants on him, he cries; take them off, he stops.
This is not a huge deal now, but I'm concerned that in a year or so, when he's able to take them off by himself, we'll have all sorts of inappropriate situations: naked in the grocery store, naked in the museum, naked in school. Can you imagine the phone call from his teacher?
HER: Hello, Mrs. Jobson? It's about Caleb. There's an issue with his ... pants.
ME: What kind of issue?
HER: He threw them out the window.
ME: Which ones?
HER: Pardon?
ME: Which pants did he throw out the window?
HER: Uhm ... they were green.
ME: Oh, that's fine. The green ones were from Target. Now if he'd thrown the denim, that would have been a problem. His Uncle Dave had those special-made in Belgium.
HER: ????????????????
ME: We feel it's important that a child learns priorities.
Comments
My nephews were both like this but their mom used it as a secret weapon: baby won't stop crying? Take off his pants. Brilliant!
Posted by: Beth | April 21, 2008 1:33 PM