Following Orders

As a parent, we all share the frustration of dissobedient children. We love them no matter what, but we always wish they would listen just a little better. For those of you who need that little shot in the arm, that assurance that there is light at the end of the tunnel when it comes to child training, I've just the balm that will sooth your tormented soul. Kaden is an interesting boy, always has been. He's about as mellow as the day is long. Even when his sisters are blowing our ear drums out with screams, his voice is barely audible. I really don't think I've ever heard him yell. Screaming is a different story all together, he used to go into histarics at the sight of flies... I digress. Point being, the kid is about as easy as they come. Nearly always does what you ask, rarely ever complains. On one particular May evening, Kaden had had quite a full day and even stayed up a bit past his bed time. So, as some 5 yr olds do, he just crashed on the couch in his dirty smelly clothes (underware included). For Susi, this was intolerable ( I honestly didn't really care, clothes are clothes..). So she rattled him awake and ordered him to the bathroom to change and of course put on a clean fresh pair of undies. Kaden dutifully arose and headed to the bathroom to take care of business. It was only about 5 minutes later that we realized that it shouldn't take quite this long to get changed and to bed, so I went to check on the poor chap only to find that he'd still not changed into his proper undies and was in fact curled up on the floor. I riled the poor kid and told him to get his clean skivvies on immediately and go to bed. His room was off the family room and I recall hearing him stumble into bed, but didn't bother to inspect his atire (to see if the kid and dressed properly for bed). Well, curiousity got the best of me and I decided to see for my self if the boy had done as he was told. Upon seeing him in his bed, my heart brimmed with pride as I saw that my son had done PRECICELY what he was told. Sure enough, he had put the fesh undies on.... his head. I suppose that's what I get for not being specific.