You can do what he asks, no questions. [I am thinking it is a 20/80 split on this one.]
You can think about it and not do it. [This is more the 80/20 in our favor.]
You can talk about it and suggest another way to do what he asked.
Or you can just do it "Skippy Style"
Here's how you do it my way. hee
My husband came downstairs the other day, bathed, dressed and ready for his day.
Not so fast Tadpoles.
He was wearing a shirt I have never seen before. A shirt that I looked at and had to choke back my tea because? Seriously? It was pretty funny.
Funny, as in "You won't be leaving the house in THAT color shirt."
[Reminder: My husband is wicked color blind.]
We had a long, laughing, conversation about when and where the heck did he buy the dang shirt. [I refuse to even acknowledge I was even a party to this shirt.]
Between the laughing and trying to remember where exactly did this shirt come from we decided that after Sunday the shirt either needed to be donated or it was going in the garbage.
Sunday night my husband went upstairs to get ready for bed. After he was dressed he tossed the shirt down the stairs with the dictate "YOU decide what to do with this beast."
Gauntlet thrown my sweetheart.
So you do what you do when you are me.
You enlist your youngest child and you find a new purpose for the shirt:
You're welcome. giggle
[And if you are wondering - yes, I can get my pups to do anything. :)]
Edited to add: The shirt is a nasty vomit colored green. The picture does not do the color justice, but it sure looks good on the Scoobers.