One day last week Billy came down from his nap. Perhaps he didn’t actually sleep. Kevin and I were sitting on the couch with Tommy and as Billy stood at the top of the stairs telling us that he was awake and had had sweet dreams, I couldn’t figure out what pants he had on. They were not the ones we’d chosen that morning and didn’t look like anything I remembered him having in his drawer.
Kevin was quicker than I was and started chuckling as he called Billy to us. The little boy had taken off all of his clothes and put them back on … inside out and backwards. His undershirt, his shirt, his pants … all inside out and backwards. As we both were wiping away the tears wondering about what the future holds for this 3 year old, we were thankful that he hadn’t done the same with his Pull-up!