This bodes badly
Both of us are underslept, and so Jamie is being an almost-two-year-old, which is to say, a bit of a pain, and I have no patience, which I have learned is a winning combination for parenting.
So I think we will go for a ride on the train and meet the Fool downtown for lunch. The novelty should prevent Jamie from being too much of a twit, and I can get a coffee or seven.
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Like, instead of saying, "It's time to get dressed" ask him which of two shirts he wants to wear. Letting him choose which shirt gives him a sense of control over what's going on in his life enough that he's less likely to balk at the actual putting on of the shirt (which um, you mysteriously "forget" to give him a choice about).