When he's particularly difficult and won't get dressed, my "please put on your shirt and pants" is met with wailing, world-ending misery. But a simple, ok, "well how about you put on your pants and shirt then?" is somehow totally different and results in a clothed 2 year old.
::shrug:: whatever gets him dressed because I can only imagine the tears that would ensue should he step outside naked in 30 degree weather.
Unfortunately, my language trick may have met its demise:
Mama: What do you want for breakfast?
June Bug: Peanut butter and jelly
Mama: No you had that for dinner. You need to eat something different.
June Bug: Fine. Jelly and peanut butter.
Touché little dude. How can I argue?
And for the record, I still didn't give him PBJ. Mean mom.
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