I send Ian upstairs to get dressed. After hearing 10 minutes of thumping and singing, I ask if he’s dressed. “No, I can’t find my pants.” After 10 minutes more of thumping and singing, I hear him call down, “Hey, Isaac! I fixed your glow worm!” Another reminder and 10 minutes go by, and a DRESSED Ian leaps on scene, arms outstretched with a big, “Ta-daaa!” and sporting jeans, t-shirt, winter sweater, matching knit hat, and bare feet.