Sundays mornings can be quite a rush in trying to get ready for church. There have been times where we've thrown all 4 of the boys in the same shower or tub to be washed, or we've forgone the bathing process at all. All of this to hectically dart into church to be between 5-20 minutes late each week.
Part of the slowing down process (along with NOT preparing and ironing clothes in advance, hanging out too long on the main floor stating, "Well I guess it's time we should start getting ready", etc. ) is after we get the boys out of the largest tub in the house. What is it about boys loving being exhibitionists?! They think it's hilarious to jump on our bed in their birthday-suits or rub the towels on their heads repeatedly to get the funniest hair-do possible. Our bedroom becomes quite the streak show for the 3 youngest on Sunday mornings.
During this process (the after the bath one) on no particular Sunday, I was trying to wrestle in Corban to get him dressed. "Corban, please come get your underwear on." trial and error says yelling at the beginning of this process doesn't get you going any faster than starting with the kind words we're trying to teach the children to use. (Plus, it brings added contention that we don't need OR WANT.)
Shockingly, my 6 year old skipped right over while saying, "Okay mom. I'm ready for my upgrade."
"Upgrade?" I asked confused as to what he was talking about.
"Yes, I'm upgrading to underwear."
"Well why stop there?" I suggested. Feeling triumphant that this was going to be a day to write in the books that we got to church on time. "Why not get a double upgrade and get your pants on too?"
"Mo-om! You can't do that! You have to wait till next year for the better upgrade."
Triumphant feeling gone.
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