I tried taking Jack to the store with me today. As usual, he was running around the house in his underwear. I told him he had to put on his pants before we could go and sent him to his room to get a pair. Instead, I find him rummaging through Stuart's dresser. Here is the ensuing conversation:
Me: Jack, go get your sweats. You can't wear daddy's pants.
Jack: No. It's daddy's underpants. I'm wearing daddy's underpants.
Me: You cannot wear daddy's underpants.
Jack: No, it's fun.
Me: Daddy doesn't want you wearing his underpants. I'm calling dad.
Jack: No, be happy with it. Be happy with it mom.
It gets better.
After I convinced him that I could not tape the underpants up, he came up with another solution: pliers. Only problem was, he wanted me to walk around with him, holding the pliers.
Where do kids come up with this stuff?!
2 comments:
That is too funny. Jack is awesome.
That's ingenious. He's going to be a great problem solver! :)
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