Sheldon vs. The Dryer
Last night, I ran a load of Sheldon's school clothes. This morning when I woke up, I put them in the dryer. After I get myself ready this morning and lunches made, it's time to wake up the kids. They all know that they must be fully dressed before they leave their bedroom. Here comes one, and then another, and then another, and hmmmmm, Sheldon is still in his room and it's been 15 minutes now.
I know exactly what is going on, but I want the boy to think for himself, so I don't go in and rescue him. After about 20 minutes he finally comes out of his bedroom - in T-shirt and pair of shorts and stands there in front of me just looking at me. Again, I know what he wants, but he has to say it. He finally asks me where his pants are, and I tell him that they are in the dryer. Go ahead and check to see if they're done and then finish getting dressed. He goes downstairs.
All of the other kids are ready, they have their stuff together, they have packed their lunches. Ten minutes later, still no Sheldon. I send Spongebob downstairs to see what is going on. Sheldon is standing in front of the dryer just waiting. I tell Spongebob to tell Sheldon to come upstairs. He comes upstairs and I tell him to finish doing everything else. Brush your teeth, get your stuff together, eat some breakfast. His response - "But I have to put my pants on." Okay, I get that honey, but while you're waiting for them to dry, go ahead and do something else in the meantime. "But I have to put my pants on." Yes, there is a reason why I call him Sheldon. Go do something else, Sheldon! So, he stomps off and gets mad and is mumbling about needing his pants . . . Spongebob decides for himself to go downstairs and check on Sheldon's pants. The dryer is still turning, but the pants are dry. All it took was opening up the dryer and getting out the pants.
Finally, Sheldon has his pants on. Sheldon, honey, you have to leave now. "But I haven't had my breakfast." It's time for you to catch the bus. "But I haven't had my breakfast." Sheldon, here's a poptart - eat it on the way. (Side note: he will eat his poptart at the table with a napkin and a small glass of milk, sitting ramrod straight and proper. Anything else is unacceptable.)
I can't do anything but be amused and shake my head at that boy.