Sam In The Morning

This morning Sam (4) was getting dressed to go to a friend's house. I had picked out his clothes, with one pair of underwear, two choices of shorts, and two choices of striped shirts. The shirts must have stripes, preferably horizontal, but vertical will do in an emergency.

He was singing a little song to himself as he walked in and saw his clothes on his bed. Still humming merrily, he picked his shirt by slapping his hand down and then chose his shorts using the same method. He climbed up on his bed, and I held his hand while he kicked off his pull-up and pajama shorts. Then he sat down to take off his shirt (I have no idea why), and I left the room to see to some other issue.

When I walked back in, he was singing again. The tune was the same, but the words had now become, "Underwear first, then shorts. Underwear first, then shorts . . ."

Then he burped.