Fast forward: Master P is getting dressed. Being almost 4 he prides himself in dressing himself. O_o OK, that's redundant! Anyhow, he's great at it. He even matches it pants to his shirt and his socks to the whole outfit. Better than most grown men I know. Back to the story. So, I'm puttering around the apartment getting stuff ready and he walks out. He says "Mommy, I'm ready". I turn around and nearly fall over. He has a shirt on and his sock. Yes 1 sock...on his junk!!! I try to compose myself and ask him why he doesn't have pants on. The conversation went something like this.
IG: P, where are your pants?
MP: I don't want to wear pant.
IG: You need to wear pants. You don't want everyone to see your wee and Mr. No-Butt. (Seriously, the kid has no-butt).
MP: They won't. That's why I put the sock on my wee!
I couldn't argue with that! Gotta love boys!!