K sometimes likes to get himself dressed and doesn't want any help. Sometimes he wants help with just one item like socks or a shirt. The other day was one such day and he had put on everything but his shirt, so he asked "mama" for help. She helped him and thought something seemed a little off, but quickly let it slip from her mind. A few hours later, she heads off to church to play violin for the local bishop who is heading to Greece for a mission. With an upcoming race the following weekend, I had to go help prepare the race car and trailer so I couldn't leave the kids home alone and intended to take them with me.
Just prior to leaving the house, I had both kids go to the bathroom. T went first and finished quickly and proceeded to get into the car and K went to the bathroom. A few minutes passed and I hadn't heard from K, so I asked if he was pooping. He said "no" followed by "don't leave!" I assured him I would not leave without him. A few minutes later I called back to him and he responded in a more terrified voice "don't leave!!" I again assured him I wouldn't leave without him and asked if he needed help. He failed to respond, so I made my way back to the bathroom. When I get there, he is standing partially behind the toilet, half way bending down trying to pull up his pants, practically whimpering. I asked "what's wrong" and he responded "I can't!" as he gestured at pulling up his pants. I giggled and went to him to help, pulling him out from behind the toilet. I begin to pull up his underpants when I notice there is more than one pair. I asked "did you forget to change your underpants?" I noticed more than two. "How many are there? Lets take all this off and start over." So I removed his pants and the mass of underpants and proceeded to separate them. "One. Two. Three. Who got you dressed this morning? Four. Five. Didn't Mom help you get dressed this morning? Six!?! You have six pair of underwear!" At this point I just start laughing and then proceed to help him get dressed with just one pair of underwear and we finally make it to the car.
I told this story to Marie and she responded "I thought his pants looked funny".
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