This a.m. Mite(9) got up a little late as last night was the last night to stay up late before school starts back tomorrow.
He came downstairs fully dressed in a dress shirt button wrong TWICE (lower half wrong, middle button right, top half wrong), jeans on BACKWARDS with the zipper facing the back. Underwear apparently only lifted up one leg (I discovered this when helping him rearrange later). Two different pairs of socks...with a different one on top of each different foot -- black one over white on left and white one over left on right.
His hair, which I now swear has dyspraxia, too, was sticking up all over the place. He still had the red, wrinkle imprint on his cheek from sleeping on that side.
I laughed when I saw him and told him to go look in the mirror. He laughed too, but then got somber and said, "But Momma sometimes it just seems too complicated to get all this stuff on right. It's like it's just made to torment my tired, dyspraxic mind."
I laughed again. He needs to see the funny side of things and to understand how things he says sounds cute and funny sometimes. He giggled, too.
I helped him rearranged his attire and he looked presentable, but it was a funny moment for a few seconds. Then the reality of how it bothers him came back.
It was sooooo cute, though.
