Our boys love their shorts. Especially Conner. Everyday, all year long, when Conner dresses himself in the morning he puts on a pair of shorts. Even when I make him wear pants to school, as soon as he comes home he darts into his bedroom to change into shorts. Just one of this boy's odd quirks. I asked him once why he likes to wear shorts and he replied, "it makes me happy." Well, there you go.
This past week we have had beautiful sunny weather. Such a nice change from the rain. I thought it would be great for the boys to play outside and get some fresh air. Conner loved the idea too. My one condition was that he put on some pants and a jacket considering it was about 50 degrees outside. But for conner, that was a deal breaker. So he spent all week inside the house. Finally, on Friday I told him that he was putting pants on and going outside -- or else no snickerdoodles. Apparently the cookies were the kind of leverage I needed because he immediately put his pants on and ran outside. A few minutes later Payton threw a bucket of water at him and his pants were soaked. When he came inside to change I pulled down his pants and he was wearing shorts underneath!! What a stinker. This reminds me of days I've needed to run errands and so I tell Conner to get his pants on. Once we're in the car I find out that he has brought shorts along with him, thinking that he'll get to change into them once we arrive at the store.
Ok, so yesterday (saturday) we decided that it was time to get rid of the slip-covered, hand-me-down, 20 year old chair that was in our family room. I was removing the slipcover (freshly marked with Payton's crayon drawings), getting it ready to take to Goodwill. Conner asked what we were doing with the chair. We told him that we were going to give it to some people who maybe don't have enough money to buy a chair. Scott explained further that sometimes when we're all done with our clothes, or when we're all done with our toys, or when we're all done with our chairs that we take them to poor people. Conner's immediate response was, "well, I don't need my pants." Oh . . . my . . . heavens. Scott and I could not believe what we were hearing -- speechless -- all we could do was laugh! Sometimes this boy is just too smart and too quick for his own good. But I love seeing his little mind work and watching how he reasons things out. Oh, it's going to be an adventure with this one. And I can almost guarantee that he'll be wearing shorts all along the way.
