His Father’s Son

It’s 1 PM, and I’m insisting that the three year old get dressed. He’s lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, and doing his best to irritate me because he thinks it’s funny.

I’m not biting.

“Which pants do you want? Blue? Tan? Army?”

“Blue pants?” he asks with a confused tone. “What blue pants?”

He gets up to investigate. I point to two different pairs of blue pants.

“Oh. Those are navy,” he says.

Well. Excuse me.

9 thoughts on “His Father’s Son

  1. Lol! He’s a smarty!

  2. So that means he’s got Army pants <>and<> Navy pants! LOL! How about some blue camo ones and call them Air Force pants.

  3. Bwahahahhaa.And they say guys only know five or six colors.

  4. LOL, Navy! Guess he’ll have to go to West Point then.

  5. hey, youre changing your background as much as me. i thought you said i was juvenile for it.r

  6. He is a funny and smart guy!What is it with little boys who don’t want to get dressed? I have one of those too, only mine is almost 7. He groans that I make him get dressed EVERY DAY! (the horror!)Mimi, in my house, the guys know 10 colors at MOST. Navy is not one of them.

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