...fun with words.

Today in the change room at Jackson's swim lesson he asked me to help him get undressed.

Jackson: "Can you help me with my coffee shirt?"

Me: "Ok. Say, why do you call it a coffee shirt? Is it because it's brown like coffee?"

Jackson: "Well ... no ... what do you call this again?" He pointed to the front of his shirt.

Me: "Oh, you mean that guy? He's a crawdad, or crayfish."

Jackson: "No, I mean the whole big thing? What's it called? It's not a coffee shirt?"

Me: "OH! You mean like a 'tea' shirt? It's a T-shirt!"

He just gets cuter!

As long as he never wears a smoking jacket.