He’s a little tyke. But, he’s almost ready to start school. He even has some of that readiness stuff down pat. You know, he gets along well with others. And, he can recite his name, phone number, home address and birth date. (They start young having to identify themselves by numbers.)
Not only has he mastered these identifying numbers, but also for the most part, he’s learned the rudiments of dressing himself. He can zip zippers, button buttons and tie laces. And 90 percent of the time, the buttons will even line up with the button holes.
He can run a belt through the loops. He can brush his teeth, or at least go through the motions; he can comb his hair; he can wash his face and hands.
On top of all of these accomplishments, he can even pretty well mix and match his clothes appropriately. Of course, with boys, once they learn which one shirt matches one pair of pants, there’s never much problem. As long as the set appears in the drawer, they’re content to wear the same outfit day in, day out.
So, if he can do all of these things so well, why can’t he match his socks with his outfit? There he stands, face scrubbed; teeth brushed; hair combed; shorts and shirt matched; shoes tied; and he’s wearing the wrong colored socks.
His brother laughs; his sister cringes; his mother has just about given up the battle as a lost cause. He prefers blue.
It has happened more than once. Even more than once a week. Take the time he was dressed out in green -green pants, green shirt, green vest…and that’s right, he arrived at his destination in blue socks.
Another time, brown shorts, gold shirt…you’ve got it…blue socks, knee length this time.
The list is endless. Incident after incident could be recorded. If those blue socks are in his drawer, he’s going to wear them.
Reason with him? Logic? Explain to him about color? It’s useless because he has his own logic and it’s hard to beat.
“Why do you always wear blue socks?
“I like blue socks.”
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