I have been having a battle with Nicholas today-- the son who does not believe in pants, or shorts for that matter. He was wearing a pair of overalls today and he kept trying to take them off. I managed to get him to keep them on, but believe me it was a battle.
We had dinner at a diner tonight. During his meal, Nicholas stood up and announced, "No pants. Pants hide legs." He proceeded to try to take off his overalls, and when I would not let him, he pulled the short part up so it looked like he was wearing a speedo or something. Apparently he refuses to hide those legs of his. When we finally got home, he refused pajama bottoms so at long last his legs are free. Hmm.... I guess that also means I lost the war. OH WELL!
Connor is not as worried about his legs being hidden from the world, but unfortunately for us he is not afraid to use them to get away from us. We were at Target and as we went around, we kept reminding him to stay with us. He was never too far ahead, but still we called him back to us. As we were getting ready to go and pay, we headed towards the elevators. Connor ran ahead and Charlie ran after him. Unfortunately, the elevator doors opened and Connor bolted inside. To make matters worse, the doors closed before Charlie could get to the elevator. Charlie then proceeded to run down the escalator to meet up with Connor. Nicholas and I stayed upstairs to wait for the elevator in case Connor came back up it. The elevator returned empty, so we got in and went downstairs. On the first floor we found a very teary Connor holding his Daddy's hand. I told him that was a very naughty thing to have done and he cried, "I know... I'm sorry." Charlie said that when he came downstairs he found Connor standing in the elevator crying and crying. We continued to talk about what happened with him in the car and that is when he told us what happened. He saw the elevator was opening so he ran in to be first. Then he saw the doors closing and that we were not in with him and he thought to himself, "Oh no!! What have I done!!" He said he started crying when the elevator went down. Then when the doors opened he was glad to see Daddy had run to find him.
During prayers, Connor told Jesus he was sorry he got in the elevator by himself. Hopefully he's learned his lesson about running ahead of us.
As I said, it was a crazy day and I'm glad its over. :P
