Mpants stands in the doorway when we get inside. He always wants me to help him get undressed. I have started to get him to do it himself.
“You can do it Mpants. Take off your jacket.”
“Nooooo. You help me.”
“I think you can do it. Here, I will unzip your zipper….zip…now you take it off.”
“Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle,” he says as he shrugs off his jacket and lets it fall to the floor.
I smile. And pick up the jacket.
One thing at a time I suppose.