That is what Simon says about 258 times every day. He says it when he takes off his pajamas. He says it when he puts on his clothes. He says it when he takes off his clothes. He says it when he puts on his pajamas. He says it when he turns on the light. He says it when he locks the door. He says it when he gets the vitamins. He says it when he opens his apple juice. He says it when gets Oliver’s burp rag. Yesterday we spent a good 20 minutes in the coat room at church while Simon put on his boots and hat and scarf and gloves all by himself. (If I even touched any of the gear, he had to take it off and start all over.) (And, amazingly enough, he got the boots on all by himself, even though it takes me a good deal of pulling to get them on him all by myself.)
This morning he added his diaper to the list of things he wanted to do all by himself. When he came out of his room a few minutes later, it looked like he thought it was backwards day. Yes, even his diaper was on backwards. (After he used the potty he let me put his diaper and pants back on, so we got things sorted out.)
When he isn’t giving me a headache, he sure does make me laugh.