Thursday, October 28, 2010
Bob ran in the back door, passing me as he raced to his room.
"I'm leaving for the dark side, Mom. I have to pack."
"Where are your pants?"
"I am taking all of my pants out of the pants drawer and putting them into my backpack!"
"No, I mean now."
"I am doing it now!"
"I'm saying perhaps you should start by putting on some pants."