Nicholas has been going through a "I am in control of what I wear, and you can't make me put that on or keep it on" phase.
Shoes and socks are instantly discarded once strapped into a carseat, which can make life lots of fun, when the temperature outside is in the 40's.
Pants can come off on a whim.
That shirt I loved the other day, forget it. Not only do I not want it on, I will do everything in my power to pull and tug and stretch it out in the hopes that it will come off, and sometimes I succeed.
Those jammies I resisted putting on last night, well now I want to wear them out to lunch with Daddy.
What do you mean, I can't wear jammies outside??
But Grandma's mittens...
Those are a different story.
I'll gladly put those on and wear them throughout the house.
I'll play for two hours and keep them on while I run about.
I'll even eat my dinner with them on, and sneak some of Daddy's french fries when he comes home late with them.