It has been a long standing morning ritual for Quinn:
Wake up, get a sippy cup of milk, go stretch out on the couch and drink it. On a good day mom will even turn on PBS Kids for him. After kicking back with his morning beverage he may or may not eat breakfast. But he must drink his milk while reclining on the couch.
Just now? After finishing his supper and having a small dessert? He wanted a cup of milk. Sure, no problem.
His eldest sister gave him his cup and then he began whining. Because? He doesn’t yet have the verbal skills to say, “I need help taking my pants off so I can go crash on the couch with my sippy cup and NO pants, because I’m 87 years old and tacky.”
So instead he stood in front of me whining and grunting, saying something akin to “Off, off!” and trying to pull his jeans down with one hand (because the other hand wasn’t about to relinquish the
can of beer cup of milk).
He is now pants-free and chugging his favorite brew (two percent) while watching his shows (Cartoon Network’s Boomerang).
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt is off to finish the dishes.