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.