Modesty, sort of

It was a sunny 68 degrees here yesterday, absolutely beautiful, so for my daughter, it's obviously time to take some clothes off. I'm in the yard working when she gets out of the car from the ride home from school.

"Did you forget something at school?" I ask her, because she has no shirt on.

"No Dad, I just took it off in the car." She says as she goes into the house to get a skirt to wear instead of her long pants.

She comes back outside, with her skirt in her hands and announces, "I'm going to change into my skirt... Don't look at me!"

Edison seemed as confused as I was about this modesty logic.

It's Starting Already, Part III

Yesterday, Edy was waiting to use the toilet as I was finishing. As I turned around to wash my hands, she says to me, "Daddy, you didn't put the toilet seat down when you were done".

So I asked her "Why is it my job to put the seat down, you are the person who has to use the toilet with the seat down. Shouldn't you be the person to put it down to use the potty?"

She replies, "No, it's your responsibility to put the seat down. If you don't put it down, I might fall in when I use the toilet."

"But you also won't fall in if *you* put the seat down before you use the toilet."

With exasperation and eye rolling, "Daddy, it's your responsibility."

Which is exactly the argument I have had with my wife for the past 13 years.