I love my kids. I really really do. They’re smart kids. Really smart kids. I have IQ tests to prove this.
However, I have to be honest – they can be so dense sometimes, it is scary.
Case in point – a conversation with Sean today.
Sean – Can I go up to the library?
Josh – You need to put on a clean shirt first.
Sean, looking confused – Uh….what?
Josh – Go up to your room and find a clean shirt.
Sean goes up to his room, comes back down in the same dirty shirt – Yeah, there are clean shirts.
Josh – Then go put it on.
Sean goes upstairs, comes back down in a long sleeved pajama top.
Me – Sean, that’s a pajama top.
Sean – What?
Me – Your shirt is a pajama top.
Sean – No one told me this was a pajama top.
Me – muttering some sort of prayer into her hands, like “God give me strength.”
Josh – Go upstairs and put on a clean, short-sleeved shirt.
Eventually, Sean did manage this feat, then went off to the library…while I used that Mensa application to dry my tears as I wept.