We had 20 minutes before I had to leave the house. If he fell asleep, I could tuck him into the car seat and avoid a wrestling match. No such luck. Until it's time to do something. Try to pull them off then, and it's like taking a mango pit from a golden retriever.
All hell breaks loose.
I had to get to the post office. But there was Izzy, eyes closed, lips moving four suckles every two minutes. He wouldn't budge. Finally, as they say, I gave in to the Tao. And that's when it happened.