Of course.

The other day, Payne and I were settling in post bath for our evening stint of lethargy in front of the T.V.

As he was getting into his pajamas, he said "Mommy. I need some socks for my wegs".

Fair enough.

I left him to gather his socks. He joined me on the couch. We watched a cartoon, and then I happened to glance down at his feet:

Oh. I see what you did there.

 

Socks for his wegs, indeed.