The other day Tank had his Sunday shirt on inside out. I noticed it while we were sitting down in the pew. I asked him if he wanted to change it (cause honestly, I don't care if it's inside out), and he said yes. When I went to help him unbutton it, he looked around self-consciously and said, "Not here, Mom."
And then this morning I told him he needed to take a bath. Non-negotiable. I started the water for him, like normal, and then said, "Okay, go ahead." He looked at me like, "Are you kidding me?" And he said, "Well, get out."
Little guy's growing up.
(Still asked for help washing his hair, though. So I guess he's not TOO grown up.)
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