Sometimes my children tend toward the really strange fashion-wise.
Today Andy had on a striped shirt (we're talking loud stripes too), shorts, and, late in the day, he changed his socks to black socks hiked up to about his knees.
He looked like the stereotypical little old man which I further encouraged by tucking in his shirt and pulling up his shorts as high as I could (they didn't quite make it to his armpits).
Needless to daddy didn't find it as amusing as mommy.
Daddy: Andy, tell mommy "fix my clothes.:
Andy: Mommy, fix daddy's clothes.