Brave Feet

This morning (and just about every Sunday morning), Dr. C had some early meetings at church, so I was in charge of getting all three kids ready for church and out the door by 8:30AM.  For some reason, this feat is next to impossible for me, despite the fact that I started at 6:30AM.  I think in the three months that I've been doing Sunday mornings on my own, we've made it there before church started maybe twice.  Not a great record.  I'm still trying though!

Anyway, this morning I was trying to hurry and I was scolding encouraging the boys to get their Sunday clothes on--a process that takes infinitely longer than putting on regular clothes.  I got them to a point where I thought they could handle the rest on their own, and headed to the kitchen to make our lunches.  (We live 25 minutes from the church, and church is 3 hours long, so by the time we get done at noon, the kids are starving!  So we eat lunch on the 25 minute drive home.  That way we all get to take Sunday afternoon naps--one of my favorite things!)

The boys were in the living room, slowly finishing up.  All of the sudden, Fearless started wailing about his socks being "too tickly" and that he couldn't wear them.  T-Man was blessedly finished getting dressed, so I asked him to help Fearless while I finished the lunches.  From the kitchen, I overheard this conversation:

T-Man: Here, put on your socks.
Fearless: (sobbing) It's tooooo TICKLY!!
T-Man: (patiently) Okay, which foot is your brave foot?
Fearless: (stops crying) Um, this one.
T-Man: Well, it's not being very brave right now.  It needs to wear the sock.
Fearless: Okay.

And then, silence--no crying, no whining, no complaining...just silence.  During which time, T-Man helped Fearless put on both socks, then the shoes, and even tied the laces for him.

Sure wish I had thought of that.