Poof!

Alexander is constantly running out of pants. This is due mostly to a bit of fastidiousness that runs in his veins. The slightest smear or the smallest drop of water can touch his clothing and instantly it is dirty and is discarded. You can follow his movements through the house by the trail of clothing. Yesterday, we were on our way to Mass and I insisted that he put on pants. To which he responded "they're all gone, Mama. Poof! They just disappeared!" How do you not laugh in the face of such earnestness?