We out for swimming and errands today. Corwin did fairly well swimming, managing even a somersault underwater and swimming without his floaties. We came back home for a while and then Mom went out to cut some of the vegetative clutter she so delights in creating. This stressed out Charles because evil Dad wouldn’t let him go out in just a shirt and diaper just because it was 40° F out. After some crying and stomping I managed to convince Charles to get dressed, mainly by using the magic word “shoes”. That he understands.
After Charles was dressed he was ready to go, which of course means turning off the TV. This, needless to say, was not popular with Corwin. Corwin turned the TV back on so Charles went and turned it off again (because Charles can’t leave with the TV on!). When Corwin went over to turn it on again, Charles tried to tackle him. I hustled Charles out to the kitchen before he saw Corwin turn the TV back on so it was OK.
I then tried to get Charles to go out the back door because Mom was in the back. Charles would have none of that. So I went over to the front door. No good either. We had to go out the door to the garage. Charles of course opened the garage door and then went over to the van. He didn’t want to hang out with Mom, he wanted to go for a ride! Charles was a bit put out when I dragged him around to see Mom instead. Mom sent us back in to get her some gloves because she was cutting thorny vegetative clutter. Charles was ok with that but he insisted that we go out through the garage again and around the house on the off chance that this time we’d end up in the car. No such luck for Charles but he bore the misfortune well.
But Fate was smiling on Charles, or he was just too cute for Mom to resist. She decided that since she needed some mulch anyway that she would take Charles out with her to her favorite gardening supply place. Chares was mostly happy with this but he became very stressed when Mom stopped to do useless, non-driving things like find her keys to the van. At long last, however, Charles desires were fufilled — he was off for a ride in the van.