He has been a proper little sod this morning, he wouldn't let me dress him because he "wanted Daddy", and then he wouldn't let DH do it because he suddenly "wanted Mummy". Mummy by this stage was nearly out of the door with DS1. DH ended up nearly having to wrestle DS2 into his uniform, after which DS2 took off his trousers, pants and socks.
Absolutely no idea what to do with this level of behaviour, DS1 was (is!) hard work but not like DS2 is. Comes to the point you realise that actually there is no way to make a child wear clothes if they don't want to, so I told DH to call his bluff and stick him in the car half dressed. The theory is that hopefully DS2 will realise what's happening, freak out and put his clothes on in the car park.
How the hell else could we have handled it? Getting all four of us out of the door in the morning is hard enough without this madness. Need to phone DH to find out if the plan worked...