This morning I stood in front of Jack’s dresser and said (to myself, or so I thought), “What should you wear today?” Jack, who had been happily reading in the chair with John, said “Oowee” and wiggled to the floor. “No problem!” and I pulled out a short-sleeved white t-shirt with five fire trucks on it. Jack insisted “Oowee!” and pulled out a plain red t-shirt. “Well, it’s fire engine red, so I can see how that counts.” I put the other shirt away. Then he dropped the red t-shirt and went rummaging in the drawer. A minute later, he pulled out his long-sleeved red fire engine shirt. “Oowee! Oowee!” “But-” “Oowee!” Okay. The high is only supposed to be in the low 70s. Long-sleeved shirt and shorts it is.
Today’s chore: put away the long-sleeved shirts.
Momma Betty
Sounds like you could use more short-sleeved oo-wee shirts for summer. Are we temporarily over doot-do-doo shirts? Do the oo-wee shirts have to be red or show fire trucks? Other trucks?
Zannah
This was the first time he was that specific, so I don’t think we need to go to any great lengths here.