Just got up this morning as lovely husband went to work, and was delighted to see that Ol had got himself dressed in his nursery uniform. Suspect this was after momumental argument last week, when him and his sister ate two chocolates each off the Easter decorations, then played Playstation and finally took so long to get dressed we were late for nursery. I have now banned morning Playstation, and guess it goes without saying chocolate stealing forever.
So I was really pleased he'd got dressed, without issue or time delay. Then he got up. He'd put his sisters trousers on! Same as his, but age three. They swung above his socks in a satisfying manner! And how we laughed!