Forever in Blue Jeans

This morning, Mommy dressed me in a pair of khakis. After she stood me up, I walked over and opened the dresser drawer with my jeans. Usually, I proceed to pull out a few pairs and throw them on the floor. Today, however, I pulled out one pair and turned to Mommy and handed them to her. As I stared up at her, blinking my eyes, she thought maybe I was telling her what I wanted to wear, so she changed me. I was unusually cooperative while we made the wardrobe change. When we were done, I stood up, smiled, clapped my hands, sprung up and down, and toddled away to play with my toys. Much better!