I’ve given him his clothes to change into. Clean underwear, a new shirt, shorts, and pair of socks. I’m sitting on the couch and he starts getting dressed. First he’s gotta take off his pajama pants and shirt and underwear and he does this and takes them to the dirty clothes and comes back buck naked.

He does his “I’m naked” dance (read: sigh). He puts on his shirt. He does his “I’m naked” dance, going “see this, see this, see this?”

I’m all, “Elijah. Put on your clothes already.”

He’s getting his underwear on now and suddenly he says, “HEY! I don’t want people watching me when I’m changing!” I’m all, “HEY! I was here first! If you don’t like it you can go in your room and change.”

So, now wearing his t-shirt and underwear he goes into his bedroom and closes the door to put on his shorts and socks.

A little late there, Bud.

Gotta love him tho. :)