That Kid has taken a disliking to his jammies (or jammas, as he calls them). He yells, "NO! No jammas!" and kicks and flails while I try to put them on him. Once I get them on him, he takes them back off and throws them as far away from himself as he possibly can.
Getting That Kid ready for bed tonight, I put his jammies BACK on him. And he started yelling, "POOP! POOPPOOPPOOP!!!! POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!" like there was some major emergency. I asked him if he pooped, he said no. I asked him if he needed to poop, he said no. I asked him if he wanted to keep his jammies off *just in case* he pooped, and he smiled and kissed my arm. Little manipulator. And his jammies are (currently) on. We'll see if they're still on once I make my return.
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