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.