Lack of discipline…

It's Saturday and Holly has to work. So to keep the boys entertained I planned on going to the recycling center and then to the grocery store. As part of the transition to get out the door, we have to get Sam dressed. Getting Sam dressed on a Saturday is like getting molasses to flow uphill in January (yes, it can be that difficult).
So, in a perfect carry over from my father, I start to count to 5 to show Sam I mean business. This always gets Sam into gear to complete the task at hand. 

As I start to count, Sam immediately rushes to get changed.  As I count from 2 to 3, Sam comes to a complete stop.  I mean he stands straight up and does nothing for a good 10-15 seconds.  He then calmly looks at me and says, 'If you count to five, I'll just stop getting dressed and walk away and ignore you.'

What?!?!?  At 3-1/2 he can now look at a situation and logically see there was another option?  Luckily the back-up plan of threatening him on a Saturday of no movies was too much for him to test.  Two minutes later I had a fully dressed 3 year old.