Image via Wikipedia
After being home with a cold for three days, Diver felt well enough to go outside today. He stank from his three days in bed, so I sad, "Bathe, and then you can go outside and play." I went off to Target and returned to find him outside, rosy-cheeked, digging in the snow. "I even took a bath, Mom!" he reported cheerfully. In the bathroom, I saw towels on the floor, but no clothes. "Diver", I asked, when he came in, "you said you bathed, but where's your dirty clothes?" "I'm wearing them. You didn't say to put on clean clothes."
True. I didn't. I assumed he would put on clean clothes, but his literal mind heard the "Bathe" instruction; nothing less, nothing more. Clean boy, dirty clothes. And now I have the cold.
,
![Reblog this post [with Zemanta]](http://img.zemanta.com/reblog_e.png?x-id=fa1d36e2-e7d4-4ef5-9feb-ef794bd5acbe)

