You Want to go There?

The second I had finished drying Logan off, after his bath, he began dancing around the bathroom trying to gain access to his new toothbrush.

"Pajamas first, Logan," I reminded him.

There were sounds of disgust and disgruntled nakedness.

"Dad!  I want to brush my teeth!" he shouted.

"Not until you have pajamas on.  There will be no naked tooth brushing tonight.  Go, go, go," I said, shoving him out the door.

More sounds of insubordination including, growling and foot stomping.

"Go, go, go," I said again, pushing him further down the hall and gesturing for him to move in the opposite direction.

"Teeth!" he screamed.

"Pajamas!" I shouted.

I moved around him and made my way to the laundry room.  From the top of the stairs came his angry, teeth-gritting retort.

"Do I have to do everything?"

Remind me which part you already do.

- 25 October 2012