The Preschooler has a funny way of coming up with excuses that make no sense when he doesn’t want to do something. Husband would say he gets this from me, but that’s because Husband is a big liar who’s always spreading lies about me.
Here’s a conversation I had with the Preschooler just 10 seconds ago:
Him: Can I have a snack?
Me: Sure. I’ll get that while you get yourself some water. Here’s a cup.
Me: But what?
Him: I have no pants on.
Me: You don’t need pants to get yourself some water.
Him: (reluctantly) Oh…okay.
The first in a long list of things one can someday hope to accomplish without pants.