Imported from Vox
I swear some days I feel like I'm running my own little nudist colony, except there's only one colony member and he's three years old. Today has been a constant struggle with my three year old where I find myself repeatedly saying:
Where are your clothes?!
Why don't you have pants on?
Where are the pants you had on?
Why did you take them off?
Why didn't you put them back on?
If they are dirty, why didn't you put them in the laundry room and get a clean pair to wear?
We can't walk around the house without any pants or underwear on.
You need pants on.
Go put your pants on.
Are you putting your pants on?
Do I need to come in there?
...and so on and so forth. All. Day. Long. I'll be glad when we move past this.
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