So, Kate has an interesting phenomenon with pants. Her backside is constantly exposed. I am always telling her, "Katey, your buns are hanging out."
"Oh. I'm sorry, Mommy," she replies.
That is how this conversation goes all day long.
But today, she mixed things up. I stated my line, on cue and with perfect inflection. Kate turned and began to leave. With a sly grin she flipped her head, brushed hair out her eyes and boldly stated.... "I know they are. April Fool's on you, Mom."