a battle

Today a battle was waged in our house. It lasted all day, except when we were outside. It was between me and a little man who seems to have inherited his fathers stubbornness (and the little bit that I have :) and then doubled it.

It was over one tiny space. Make that two tiny spaces. He wanted the area in question to remain uninhabited.

I on the other hand wanted to see it like this and had decided that I was going to dedicate the day to it if I had to.

I don't know how many times the slippers and socks were but on only to be taken straight off before I had even made it a few meters away. My daughter decided to be her brothers partner and at one stage hid his slippers and socks in a box so I could not put them back on.
After baths it looked like Team Mummy might be wearing the opposition down but I have a feeling after a nights sleep one refreshed little man will be ready to start all over again.
And if the battle is still unresolved in a few days I may have to resort to desperate measures of putting tights under his pants (like I did his sister when she was his age) in a desperate measure to keep little toes warm.