Yesterday, in an effort to get all of us out the door in time for the Cub Scouts' Pinewood Derby Races, I asked Fritz if he would get Pete dressed (dry diaper, shirt, pants, socks and shoes). I have only asked him for this level of assistance perhaps two or three times. Since I was brushing the girls' hair, Pete was only a bit wet (not stinky), Fritz generally enjoys caring for Pete, and Pete is usually very cooperative with things like this, I thought it was a good time to ask for help. All went smoothly, with no struggles or complaining from either boy. However, Fritz did have one comment:
"You know, Mom, in ten years, I won't be around to do this any more."
Without batting an eye, I responded,
"In ten years, I expect Pete will be able to get himself dressed."