Yesterday Toby rushes into the kitchen as I'm passing through and starts pulling on the fridge door. I offer him a snack IF he will go put on his underpants.
Yes. He was naked.
Usually at home he just wears underpants, (And everyday when Kevin comes home from work his greeting to Toby is, "What's up, Captain Underpants?") but whenever Toby goes to the bathroom he doesn't bother to put them back on. So. He's naked a lot.
Back to naked Toby in the kitchen. If he's going to have to go get dressed, it better be a snack he wants. "Dip?" he says. (He calls hummus dip.)
"Underpants first," I say.
Naked Toby realizing that I didn't technically agree, says it again, "Dip?"
I clarify, "Yes, you can have dip, but underpants first."
He runs halfway to his room, but then runs right back. He needs to clarify something else in these negotiations.
"Chips," he says. Because a spoonful of hummus on my plate won't cut it, Mom. I'm gonna need something to dip in the dip. (Trust me, between the running back and the single word, it all comes through.)
"Yes. I will give you dip AND chips, but underpants first."
Then, wouldn't you know, he runs off and puts his underwear back on.
So he got his snack.
And by the time I grabbed a camera, he'd pretty much scarfed it all down.
Loves him some hummus and lentil crackers - a snack worth (kinda sorta) getting dressed for.