Me: Stuart, get dressed.
Stuart: OK! (happy cheerful voice, like it just occurred to him he needed to stop and get dressed)
Me: Stuart, I'm getting in the shower - GET DRESSED!
Me: OMG! STUART! GET. DRESSED. WHAT ON EARTH HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?!?!
Stuart: I am
(he still has on pj bottoms and hasn't gotten any further than when I got in shower)
That convo happens damn near every day. He is 8. I seriously fear for my sanity when he becomes a teenager.