When Colt was getting dressed he took his pj's and threw them under his train table.
ME: "Colt, is that where your clothes go?"
COLT: "That's where I want them to go."
ME: "Well, that's not where Mommy wants them to go. Please put them in your drawer."
COLT (with a BIG grin on his face): "You can handle that Mom. You are a big girl."
