
Then recently on Saturday mornings, when I usually get to sleep in, she started coming in to wake me up. She would come in and ask for a kiss. When I open my eyes and give her a kiss she turns and runs over to my shirt drawer, pulls out a shirt, and brings it to me saying, "Pants on." Even now, if she sees me without my shirt, she brings me one and promptly tells me, "Pants on."
We can't quite figure out where she got the idea that my tee shirts are pants. She has never seen me without my pants on, and God willing, she never will. She knows what pants are and she knows what shirts are, but for some reason she keeps calling my tee shirts "pants."
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