closing arguments

i have learned over the last few weeks that it's not worth it to argue with a two year old. he wanted to wear his red wings jersey every day for eight days. in a row. no problem. or so i thought. he has two. i could easily alternate between the two and wash one while he was wearing the other one. don't ever plan when you have a two year old. for anything. of course, he had his eye on one fry. and one fry only. no, i want to wear that one. and that one only. at least i could get a clean unnershurt on him each day. he insists on picking out his own clothes. army green pants with a yellow, blue and white striped shirt. the same army green pants the very next day with a red hockey mooshe shirt. and then there is breakfast. he wants waffles. with dipping sauce. aka syrup. not only for breakfast but for lunch. and, you guessed it, dinner. for going on over a week now. this morning he insisted on getting the dipping sauce out of the reserve bottle. not the one that was open. that took me at least five minutes to explain. and there is a new activity in the mix. tv. i don't usually let him watch tv. never during the day. but olivia the pig has a new cartoon. he loves olivia. and when it is 9:30 in the morning and he wants to watch olivia the pig he doesn't understand that every time you turn on the tv olivia isn't on. it's on at a certain time. not. right. now. i figure i should pick my battles. because at this rate there is going to be a big one. one actually worth arguing over. we work our way through it. one day at a time. and i thought boys were supposed to be easier. can't wait for sophie to start talking. and picking out her own clothes.