He answers most directions with "I don't want to." and a lady next to me in a waiting room chuckled as I answered (for the 50th time today) "It's okay to not want to do it, but you will do it." More and more this approach works.
He was so upset in a public restroom today because the toilet he was using had an automatic flush, and it kept flushing while he was using it. He cried, big crocodile tears running down his cheeks, "This is just not working right!"
He keeps saying that he has decided to not go to Kindergarten this fall. "It's because I already know everything that I don't want to go." he says.
His feet are dirty all the time. We wash them, and they are immediately dirty again. He runs around the backyard playing with the dog, rolling in the grass, building "houses" in the sandbox, and climbing trees. He is so tan. He can play with the hose for hours.
"Of course!" I say.
And I do.