Saturday, December 13, 2008

In which I admit that I am a horrible father

It wasn't until after I got to the store that I noticed Younger Monkey's t-shirt [1] was backwards.

And it's still like that, hours later.
  • It's not uncomfortable for him.
  • It simply was not worth it to drag him into the restroom and insist he undress just to flip his shirt around.

So he wasn't Beau Brummel at the grocery store - big whoop.

I'll save my energy for important things; teaching him to stand up for himself, that washing with water and soap is important, that opening the door for ladies is the done thing.

Fighting battles over minutiae with children is a sucker's game.

[1] It's winter - we layer. He had on a long-sleeve shirt over a t-shirt.
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