Concentration

After supper, we had very limited time to get ready for tball and out to the field ontime. Here's the script as it played out:

Mommy: Jack, go up and get some socks on.

Jack obidiently heads upstairs but calls down to M.

Jack: Mommy? What colour drawer are they in? Red, blue, yellow? green?
Mommy: The top drawer, Jack! (and under her breath, "Where they've always been")

Jack reappears on the stairs, shirtless, with long, fleece pants. No socks.

Mommy: Jack. It's too hot for pants, go put your shorts back on, and put on socks.

Jack obidiently goes back upstairs, rummaging heard from above, Mommy goes up to see what's taking so long. Finds Jack sitting on the floor stuffing the "folded" pants back in the drawer. Surprizingly, both shorts and tshirt are in the laundry where they would belong had his job been to change out of them instead of adding socks.

Mommy: Com'on Jack, we have to hurry. Good idea to put your shorts in the laundry, but you have to put them back on. (Hands Jack the shorts. Opens the TOP drawer, socks right on top, hands pair to Jack). I have your ball shirt downstairs. Put your shorts and socks on and hurry up.

Jack appears on the stairs, shirtless, barefooted.

Mommy: Jack! What was your job upstairs?
Jack: I don't know.
Mommy: Socks. Go put your SOCKS on.

Jack obidiently goes back upstairs again, more rummaging. Appears on the stairs with shorts AND socks on, finally. Comes down and puts on tshirt. Looks for shoes as sibs and Mom are heading out the door.

Mommy: Bring them with you, Jack, put them on in the car.
Jack: But Mommy - do I have time for another piece of pizza?

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