The other day, I was trying to get the boys ready for school. Matthew kept procrastinating, even after I handed him all his clothes. I left for a few minutes and came back and he still wasn’t dressed. So, frustrated, I started to help him get dressed. When I went to put his socks on, I couldn’t find them so I sort of snapped at Matthew, “Where are your socks?!”
“I don’t know,” he said, looking around. “Maybe they walked away.”
Everyone is a smart ass…even the three-year old.