Isaac, again

Isaac: "I'm washing my shirt for the band trip tomorrow."

Me:  "You should put your pants and shorts in the washer too."

Isaac:  "Why?"

Me:  "So they will be clean?"

(Short pause while he processes that.)

Isaac:  "Touche'"

Silly Boy

Isaac just asked if there's any pot roast left over from Sunday's dinner.  When I told him that it's all gone he whined, "Why does everything I care about have to go away?!"

That boy says the darndest things!