So today, my four year old walks blithely out onto the soaking wet-post-rain sidewalk in his socks, since his shoes are on the porch, and only stops at the harsh sound of my call, "STOP", since the wetness of his feet wouldn't do a thing to inform his brain that it isn't a good idea to go much farther and watch out for that fat worm, thank you very much.
I get so aggravated!!!! And I have to remind myself that this isn't just stupid behavior, that's the hard part. To him, wet really isn't, well, wet the way we feel it.
The same goes for his soaking wet, full, four year old pull-up bottom, which is also driving me bananas. Potty training tips leave me in a place between tears and hysterical laughter, since this kid appears to be the only child in the universe who will probably be potty trained at the age of forty.
Am I alone in the universe?