Kevin rolled his eyes but smiled as he raised his hands so that I could slip the shirt over his arms and down his torso. Then I re-wrapped his wrist and ankles.
“Now, lets see what we can do with your hair.” I got a comb and started straightening the mess that sat above his ears. “I think you need a hair cut.”
“Mom said I should get one on Friday,” he said.
“Sure, we can do that.”
So, now that he was neatly dressed and his hair freshly coiffed I said, “Let’s go see your mom,” as I popped him on my hip and carried him down the stairs.