The following is a conversation that would not have taken place had I banished Yago to his room before I looked for clothes to wear this morning:
Shab: picking out clothes for the day. Always a horrible task since nothing in the closet fits and she refuses to buy new clothes before losing a little bit more weight
Yago: hanging out in the closet while his mom looks for clothes that fit
Shab: picks up a hanger with a shirt that she hasn’t worn since the beginning of pregnancy with Daryoosh
Yago: Mom, that’s too small.
Shab: Excuse me?
Yago: That’s too small. How about this? (said while pulling the sleeve of a maternity shirt that hasn’t been worn post-pregnancy)
Shab: Thanks for your help. Now, go to your room, please.
(OK, I confess that I didn’t really send him to his room, but you can bet that I really wanted to!)