Charlie said 'whatever' for the first time on Thursday night. He was upstairs and we were downstairs and, on hearing his very clear 'whatever,' we echoed the word back.
'Whatever, whatever,' said Charlie. (With a little hint of whatevah, in proper 'yeah whatever' teenage-slackadaisical fashion.)
After his 1am wake-up the night before, Charlie had gone back to sleep. He got up in time for us to get out the door on time for school but I was somehow moved to address the green shirt/brown pants dilemma/issue.
Charlie responded with a long round of NO's and then I tried social stories and various iPad apps, to no avail. There was talk of 'getting rid' of those items (NO). Then I sat down at my desk and started typing this post. An hour had just about passed when I asked if maybe we might compromise and just change one item of clothing?
Pause and Charlie said 'no pants.' And changed into the green Dublin shirt my cousin's daughter bought for him while studying in the UK. And then said 'hug.'
Bony, sinewy shoulders this boy has, I have to tell you.
And yes, the photo above is not from Thursday but Sunday, when we were waiting in line at a Jersey horse country bakery for breakfast items. Whatev, a photo with a happy boy is always, eminently, postable.