Out of the mouth's of babes . . .

We were walking out of church and as I'm digging for my keys I mumble, "Ugh, OK, where'd we park?"

Bub, as he smacks his forehead with his palm, "Mom, you should know, you drove."

I reply, "Just wait, you'll be as forgetful as me, you know, you have my genes."

Shyguy shoots back loudly, "HE"S NOT WEARING YOUR JEANS!"

You're right, Shyguy, you're right.