Mom, attempting to get her (almost) two-year old dressed for the day: "Come on, let's get dressed." Cute striped shirt and jeans are all ready layed out on the floor.
Two-year old, having looked at the striped shirt runs away screaming: "No, choo choo train." He is referring to the Thomas the Train pajammas he is currently wearing.
Mom, reaching for the Two-year old and just missing: "You can't wear that. It is dirty."
Two-year old: "NO! Choo Choo Train."
We have a little game of tag in which the mom wins and the two-year old is back in his bedroom looking at the striped shirt.
Mom: "Come on, honey. It is time to get ready for the day."
Two-year old: "No, Vrmm." Now he is referring to the Lightning McQueen pagammas that he wore all day yesterday.
Mom, thinking quickly: "Trucks say vrmm too. Let's wear your truck shirt." Nevermind that the truck shirt is another pajamma top. Afterall we are negotiating here.
Two-year old: Smiles and lies down on the floor. He is all about cooperation. He even agrees to wear jeans with the pajamma top.
Mom: "Let's take a picture of you. You look so cute."
Two-year old, hopping up dressed in the truck shirt: "I goit." This is his version of "I got it." Off he goes to the piano where he climbs up and grabs the camera where it is perched from the day before. He is very observant
Two-year old snaps a picture....I mean, a few pictures.
Mom snaps a picture.
Sigh, there is peace in the universe.