Scrubbin' Up

My first born was getting his jammies on for the evening. This is the child who always and I mean always wears not only his full pajamas to bed every night, but they are always matching. He's rarely seen without a shirt on. Well, the other night as he's getting getting his jammies on he gets up and walks away from his jammie shirt and actually leaves it on the floor.

What the heck?

He walks to the sink and grabs the scrub brush from the sink. (Luckily it was washed and sanitized in the dishwasher earlier that day.) He takes the brush like he owns it and begins scratching his back with sheer delight. It must have been so phenomenal that he made the decision to scratch his belly, too.

When asked what he was doing? He simply replied with "I'm scrubbin' up," then marched back over to where he left his jammie shirt and put it on. No big deal.