Jack is a funny kid. Seriously funny. He has the quirkiest sense of humor and loves telling stories, and you just can't help but laugh at the kid. What a nut. Anyway, the following is a recount of Monday. The kids had slept over at InLaws house because we were painting. They get dropped off and Sophia is still in her pajamas. "I can't find my jeans" she says. In my mind I ask, Did you even look? Honestly, my family is legally blind when it comes to finding anything, even if it is right beneath their nose. Anyway, we search through the bag and indeed they are not in there so we assume she left them at Grandma's house. Suddenly I pull out a pair of jeans and realize they are Jack's. If his jeans are here ....... yep, you guessed it. He is wearing his sister's skinny jeans.
We call him over and inform him of this error. Most 4 year old boys? They would be DYING to get their sister's pants off and so embarassed that they even wore them.
Jack? "You can't make me take them off. These are so comfy and I like wearing them and I don't care who knows it!"
Today, on the way home we are listening to CD's in the car. Disney CD's. Here is our interchange ...
"Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim chim chereee, a Sweep is as lucky as lucky can be"
Jack: "Mom, what is a sweep"
Me: " Someone who comes and cleans your chimney. They clean out all the smoke and dirt that is in there from having fires and back then they had a lot of fires in their fireplace so they would get a man to come clean it - a chimney sweep, or sweep for short"
Jack: "Well that is not lucky at ALL, is it?"
No Jack, not lucky at all. Love that boy to bits.