Tonight was “bath night”. Given the choice of (1) or (2) scenario, he chose to lie on the bed staring at the ceiling. Tub running, “Come on, Hon. Tub’s ready.” Grrr – - -

Anyway, we got the dirty deed done. This is the first time he appeared to not know what to do with the deodorant.

I set out a T shirt and PJ bottoms rather than his dressing again. When I walked into the bedroom the poor fellow was standing there with his T-shirt over the robe. He looked very stuffed in the T – had quite a time getting the shirt off of him.

Anyway, in the end all is well.

Should clarify, he was upset, not angry. Reminded me of when kids are small and they don’t want to do what you tell them.