The concrete pouring dudes all arrived at my house at 8:30 this morning, just as Cooper and I were settling in for breakfast. Of course, he was totally fascinated by the "bus" (his logical conclusion for what a concrete truck is, given his somewhat limited vocab) and all the "dadas" (the workers).
After a few minutes of watching, his little brain finally registered a very important detail, if you are toddler boy. All these cool, rugged, construction guys were wearing pants and boots. Not one of them was wearing fleece pajamas with bears on them. In order to be cool like them, he needed to be wearing pants and boots. Clearly.
So he ran into his bedroom and demanded to get dressed in his nice cargo pants, which I was happy to oblige. Then he ran into the entry way and put on his bright yellow rain boots (all by himself! socks not necessary!). Satisfied that he was now adequately dressed for the day, he got back up into his chair and ate some more cheerios. I think they taste better when you are wearing pants and boots.
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